Looking at the sand-like grains like snowflakes, Zhao Yao casually grabbed a small handful, lowered his head, and tasted it. The sweet taste instantly spread across his tongue.
"Sweet! Truly sweet!"
"Your Highness, is this the white sugar you wanted?"
"It's exactly what I wanted." Zhao Yao couldn't help but grab another small handful of white sugar, eating it with a satisfied look on his face. "You've done well."
Being praised by Zhao Yao, Lao Chen beamed with joy and said, "We did everything as you instructed." Your Highness is truly a genius. Last year, Your Highness had people produce new salt, and then fine salt. And now, Your Highness has made white sugar. This white sugar is a great thing, no less valuable than salt.
"There will be rewards for everyone."
