Husband, Let Me Touch Your Abs - Chapter 104

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Shangjing is the capital

Chapter 104

Early the next morning, before the sun had risen, Lu Yao and Zhao Beichuan got up and carried the beans they had soaked the night before to the eatery.

The two had spent half the night discussing the menu. With the Prince of Zhenbei visiting today, they had to give their all to ensure he ate well.

Lu Yao suggested preparing a hot pot along with eight signature dishes. Two tables joined together should suffice to display the food.

Making tofu from grinding beans, curdling it, and pressing it—this was the most meticulously prepared block of tofu Lu Yao had ever made, afraid its texture might fall short.

As dawn approached, Zhao Beichuan drove the mule cart to the West Market, where he purchased a freshly slaughtered lamb and fresh pork offal. He also bought plenty of various fresh vegetables. It was early May, and many vegetables were now in season, perfect for hot pot.

After buying the vegetables, he went to the icehouse and bought ten blocks of ice, thinking it might be useful to keep things cool for the midday meal.

When the mule cart arrived at the shop entrance, Lu Miao and Xiaochun quickly came out to help unload.

Lu Yao, wearing an apron, walked over to inspect the goods. “You bought ice? I was just thinking of buying some later.”

“I was worried the hot pot might be too warm for the Prince.”

Lu Yao gave his husband a thumbs up—well done!

After moving everything inside, Zhao Beichuan took the cart home while Lu Yao began preparing the lamb. To ensure the best texture, he placed the lamb meat on ice to firm up slightly, making it easier to slice thinly.

The tripe and omasum were scrubbed repeatedly with ash water until the washing water was clear and odorless. Vegetables were sorted one by one, selecting only the best in shape and size for presentation.

Lu Yao even brought out the porcelain set that Shopkeeper Xu had gifted him back in Qiu Shui Town. He had been reluctant to use it until now. Using this set instantly elevated the presentation, far surpassing the look of clay plates and bowls.

The eight signature dishes included braised fish, sweet and sour pork tenderloin, minced pork tofu, Peking-style shredded pork, sesame egg rolls, cold noodles, cold shredded trio, and a mutton soup.

The hot pot base was a mushroom chicken broth simmered the night before. The excess oil was skimmed off in the morning, leaving a golden, clear broth. Patrons had often commented that this chicken broth base was the best for hot pot, preserving the lamb’s natural flavor.

By the hour of Chen (7-9 AM), everything was ready, and they were prepared to cook at any moment. Lu Yao asked Xiaonian, Xiaochun, and Lu Miao to head home, ensuring they wouldn’t unintentionally offend the distinguished guests.

Lu Yao and Zhao Beichuan sat in the main hall, their nerves on edge. Holding his husband’s hand, Lu Yao asked, “Did the Prince say when he’d arrive?”

“No, but if not by noon, he’ll surely be here by evening.”

“Did we prepare too early?” He worried the vegetables might lose their freshness if left for too long.

Zhao Beichuan massaged his shoulders. “Better early than late. The ice should keep everything fresh.”

“I’m just worried we might accidentally offend the Prince and ruin everything…”

“Don’t overthink it. You’re smarter and more capable than anyone else. If you can’t handle it, no one can. Believe in yourself.”

Taking a deep breath, Lu Yao steadied himself. His husband was right—he had lived an extra life, seen so much more, and couldn’t falter now.

Even if they couldn’t win the Prince’s favor, he was confident he could still establish a foothold in this city. No need to pressure himself too much.

Life is fleeting, like grass and autumn leaves—merely passing scenery. The more one overthinks, the likelier they are to make mistakes. He resolved to approach this as if entertaining a regular diner: do his best.

Around noon, a troop of soldiers suddenly arrived at the eatery, about fifty of them, surrounding it tightly. Ten armored soldiers entered first, thoroughly inspecting the premises, including the back kitchen and even the well, ensuring there were no threats or assassins. Once the eatery was deemed safe, they sent word to the Prince.

the Prince of Zhenbei’s caution was understandable. In recent years, spies at the border had become increasingly rampant. As the commander of the largest army in Wu, Zhenbei Army, any mishap could shake the nation’s foundation. He couldn’t afford to be careless.

Lu Yao and Zhao Beichuan stood nervously at the entrance. Before long, a sedan chair stopped at the door. A soldier lifted the curtain, revealing the Prince of Zhenbei, Yang Ye.

Dressed in a black robe, his tall and sturdy figure, upright features, and short mustache gave him an imposing and righteous appearance.

Zhao Beichuan tugged at Lu Yao, and the two immediately knelt to pay their respects.

“Commoners pay their respects to Your Grace!”

“Rise.” the Prince walked in, hands clasped behind his back, surveying the main hall. Following behind him were General Liang, a military physician, and the two captains, Ge and Liang.

Zhao Beichuan stood and said, “I’ll prepare the meal for Your Grace.”

The Prince nodded. Seeing Lu Yao remain, he asked, “Do you still have any of that alcohol solution?”

“Yes, Your Grace. Half a jar remains.”

Last night, they had already prepared it. Lu Yao retrieved the jar from behind the counter. The military physician eagerly opened it, took a sniff, and dabbed a bit on his tongue.

“It’s alcohol!”

The Prince sat down and asked, “How is this made?”

“Your Grace, it was accidentally obtained during the brewing process. Its potency made it undrinkable, so I set it aside. When my husband was injured last year, I used it, and the effect was remarkable,” Lu Yao paused. “When Captain Ge was reassigned, he had shown us great kindness, so I sent him a pouch of the alcohol, thinking it might be useful.”

The Prince nodded after hearing this and asked, “How much grain does it take to make a jar of alcohol like this?”

Lu Yao quickly calculated in his mind. One jin of wine yields roughly four liang of alcohol, but he couldn’t report it so directly. Since they were still perfecting the process, the results weren’t always accurate.

“I haven’t tested it yet, Your Grace, but a jar of alcohol weighing about ten jin requires at least two dan(100-120kgs or 220-264pounds) of sorghum.”

The military physician’s eyes lit up upon hearing this. Two dan of sorghum for this much alcohol? Think of how many lives it could save!

“I need five hundred jin of alcohol in three months,” The Prince commanded.

Five hundred jin of alcohol meant over twelve hundred jin of wine. It was achievable, but Lu Yao feigned difficulty and said, “Your Grace, I can produce it, but…”

General Liang said kindly, “Speak freely of any challenges.”

After a pause, Lu Yao explained, “Your Grace, I do have a distillery, but it’s not entirely mine. The governor’s wife holds a seventy percent stake, and the wine produced must first supply her taverns…”

The Prince immediately understood. Waving his hand, he said, “I’ll have someone handle the governor. From now on, prioritize alcohol production for the army. You needn’t worry about her.”

Ecstatic, Lu Yao knelt and kowtowed. “Thank you, Your Grace! I will do my utmost to produce the alcohol without delay for military use!”

The Prince’s impression of this little husband improved. It was a pity he wasn’t a man; otherwise, he might have recruited him.

This couple intrigued him. The husband, though strong, was timid, while the smaller spouse, despite appearing frail, was articulate and composed, unfazed by his intimidating presence.

“Rise. I’ve heard your food is excellent. Prepare a few signature dishes for me to try.”

“It would be my honor!” Lu Yao quickly retreated to the kitchen. Before long, Zhao Beichuan brought out the copper hotpot.

The group curiously examined the contraption, unsure how to use it.

Zhao Beichuan poured chicken broth into the copper pot, placed silver charcoal beneath, and soon, the broth began to boil, filling the room with its aroma.

Lu Yao brought out plates of sliced lamb. Each piece was uniformly cut, laid out in a floral pattern with crushed ice beneath.

General Liang stopped him. “Wait, how is this eaten?”

Lu Yao picked up a clean pair of serving chopsticks, took a slice of lamb, and placed it into the pot. The tender lamb curled and cooked after just a few dips.

“Pardon my boldness. The lamb is dipped into sesame sauce before eating.”

An attendant tasted it first to ensure safety, then the Prince picked up a slice and tried it himself.

Having grown up in the palace, he’d tasted countless delicacies, yet this copper hotpot lamb surprised him—it was simply delicious!

The lamb’s natural flavor combined with the rich chicken broth and sesame sauce instantly delighted his taste buds.

“Xiao Liang, Dr. Chen, come, sit and eat together!”

Liang Chuang, who was accustomed to dining with Zhenbei Wang in the military camp, casually grabbed a stool and sat down. Chen Yiguan, tempted by the aroma, mustered the courage to sit and took a few bites.

After tasting the food, both men were deeply impressed by the flavor, marveling at the cooking skills of the young couple.

Lu Yao brought out some wine to pour for the others, but Zhenbei Wang waved his hand. “No wine for me; drinking hinders judgment.”

“Yes, understood,” Lu Yao quickly responded and set the wine aside.

As the hotpot boiled, the room gradually warmed up. Zhao Beichuan brought in a few basins of ice to cool things down. As the lamb on the table began to dwindle, other dishes were brought out.

One signature dish after another was served, and with each tasting, everyone couldn’t help but shake their heads in admiration, exclaiming at the craftsmanship.

Liang Chuang even entertained the idea of kidnapping Zhao Beichuan to be the head cook in the military camp. But upon reflection, he gave up the thought; after all, in war, there’s no time for such refined cooking—simply eating enough to march into battle suffices.

The meal was a thoroughly enjoyable experience. Even Zhenbei Wang, who usually wasn’t particular about food, ate so much that he was stuffed. Wiping the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, he commented, “The food is excellent. If I have the chance, I’ll visit again.”

Lu Yao and Zhao Beichuan were so overwhelmed that they knelt to thank him.

After the meal, Zhenbei Wang departed first. General Liang Chuang, along with Liang Zhong and Ge Changbao, remained to discuss the matter of alcohol.

Liang Chuang personally expressed his gratitude to Lu Yao for the gift of a sack of alcohol.

Given his status as a third-ranked Cavalry General, Lu Yao and Zhao Beichuan dared not accept his bow. They hurriedly returned the gesture, saying, “It’s an honor to help. Besides, it was Lieutenant Liang who first assisted us.”

Liang Zhong, standing nearby, grinned widely and patted his younger brother on the shoulder. “See? Your big brother isn’t completely useless, right?”

“You’ve always been capable!” This younger brother was a staunch supporter of his older siblings. For years, he worked hard away from home to ensure his two brothers lived comfortably. Now that his second brother’s business was thriving and his eldest brother had secured his place in the military, no one dared to claim he got his position through connections.

Ge Changbao interjected, “By the way, Brother Lu, earlier you mentioned that the brewery is connected to the wife of the governor. What’s that about?”

“This is a long story. Let me brew a pot of tea, and we can talk at leisure.”

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Three days later, Jiang Ying visited in person.

Lu Yao was reviewing the account books with Xiaonian when he heard a commotion outside. Looking up, he saw Jiang Ying entering with the help of her maid.

Lu Yao quickly stood up. “Madam Jiang, you’re here. Please, come in. Xiaonian, go boil some water and brew tea.”

With a smile, Jiang Ying said, “No need to trouble yourself. I only have a few words to say.”

Lu Yao didn’t dare be negligent and quickly brought a chair for her.

“Brother Lu, why didn’t you tell me earlier that you’re acquainted with Zhenbei Wang and the Liang family?”

Lu Yao froze for a moment, noting that even her way of addressing him had changed in just a few days. He quickly realized that Zhenbei Wang must have sent someone to see her. “It’s just a simple acquaintance; I wouldn’t dare overstate it.”

Jiang Ying patted his arm in a friendly manner. “Since the Prince wants to use our brewery, the wine doesn’t need to be sent to Jinyu Tower anymore. Prioritize supplying the military.”

“Understood.”

“Do you have enough raw materials? I’ve sent over another hundred dan of sorghum.”

“It’s more than enough.”

“Don’t be polite with me. If you lack anything, just let me know. In the future, I’ll need you to speak well of me before the Prince.”

Sweat formed on Lu Yao’s forehead as he wondered whether her words were sincere or sarcastic. He could only nod awkwardly.

Jiang Ying didn’t stay long before leaving. As she departed, Lu Yao remembered the two hundred taels of silver he had previously borrowed from her and hurriedly tried to return it.

“Brother Lu, keep the money for now. If you run into any financial difficulties, don’t hesitate to tell me.”

Watching her leave, Lu Yao’s smile slowly faded. Truly, leaning on a strong back makes life easier—even the governor’s wife has to humble herself before Zhenbei Wang.

After this visit, Jiang Ying stopped interfering with the brewery’s business. Meanwhile, the previously ambitious Quanfu Tavern, which had been eyeing the brewery, backed off entirely upon learning of its connection to the military and stopped trying to pry into its brewing methods.

In mid-July, Lu Yao sealed a thousand catties(600Lit) of alcohol and sent word to the military.

Liang Chuang personally came to collect it, only to find that Lu Yao had prepared twice as much as the Prince had requested.

“Why did you make so much?”

Lu Yao clasped his hands and explained, “I’ve never brewed alcohol before and didn’t want to overpromise, so I gave a conservative estimate. During the brewing process, I found the yield to be higher than expected, so I decided to make extra. Properly sealed, alcohol can be stored for years without spoiling. It’s always good to have more in reserve.”

Liang Chuang patted his shoulder. “Good!” Realizing Lu Yao was a ge’er and that this gesture might be inappropriate, he quickly withdrew his hand and awkwardly scratched his head. “Shopkeeper Lu, your generosity will be reported truthfully to the Prince!”

“Thank you, General Liang.”

In truth, Lu Yao had brewed far more wine than this. Apart from the thousand catties of alcohol, there were over three thousand catties of wine stored in the brewery, still awaiting buyers.

Although the restaurant sold wine, its daily sales were limited to three or five catties. Not wanting to sell wine to Jinyu Tower and compete with himself, Lu Yao realized it could take forever to sell off the current stock.

Just as luck would have it, Liang Chuang’s second brother, Liang Yong, approached Lu Yao to propose a partnership.

Liang Yong, a royal merchant specializing in salt and tea, annually donated enough supplies to the military to nearly match the government’s allocations.

This connection was why Zhenbei Wang treated Liang Chuang like a treasured subordinate. As long as young General Liang remained, the Zhenbei(Northern) army would never run out of funds.

By chance, Zhao Beichuan had previously gifted a jar of wine each to Ge Changbao and Liang Zhong. Since drinking alcohol wasn’t allowed during campaigns, Liang Zhong had given his jar to his second brother.

Recently, Liang Yong decided to try the wine and was amazed by its exquisite flavor.

Curious, he asked his brother where the wine came from. It so happened that Liang Chuang was present, and the brothers recounted how the Lu family’s alcohol had been a lifesaver.

Liang Yong, recognizing Lu Yao’s talent, saw an opportunity for mutual benefit. He contacted Lu Yao and proposed buying the brewery’s surplus wine at market price. Liang Yong had the resources and connections to repackage and sell the wine in the capital for a high profit.

With excess stock and limited buyers, Lu Yao immediately agreed and signed a contract with Liang Yong to supply five thousand catties of wine annually. Worried that Lu Yao might struggle with cash flow, Liang Yong even advanced him one thousand taels of silver as a deposit.

With funds and connections secured, Lu Yao’s ambitions reignited.

Since Yazhiju had remained vacant since closing last year, he decided it was time to inquire about its rent and move the Lu family’s Eatery to a better location!