Xie Yunzhen didn't learn the recipe in vain.
This time, he finally made a decent dish of Gold Fragment Rice for Ji Mingzhu.
The taste was neither too salty nor too bland; it was palatable.
The control of the heat wasn't perfect, which resulted in a layer of crust at the bottom, but it wasn't burnt. Otherwise, all the effort would have been wasted.
Having labored through the night, Ji Mingzhu didn't find eating this greasy at all.
Instead, she felt a renewed sense of energy.
Xie Yunzhen ate the same dish with her.
Perhaps because he made it himself, he found it even tastier than mountain delicacies.
He thought to himself that Yuan Changan probably couldn't cook.
As for the Crown Prince, there's even less to say.
If it weren't for the annual plowing ceremony, where they have to personally cultivate the fields, he might not even be able to distinguish between the five grains.
In this round, Xie Yunzhen was the victor!
"Why are you smiling?"
"Nothing."
