After making a plan, Zhao Qingrui started making preparations.

She plans to separate the shop selling tofu and snacks from the bookstore. The snack shop only has a room of more than ten square meters, which is enough for making food.

On the other side, those who sell books will wait until they find the right person to deal with it.

Walking back, Zhao Qingrui began to think about the tofu dishes and what to bring out when the time came.

In this era, people used tripods and pottery cauldrons to cook food. The first choice was to cook vegetable and tofu soup directly, which is simple, fast and tastes good.

Let’s have the crucian carp and tofu soup, one meat and one vegetarian is just right.

There are many ways to eat tofu and it’s very versatile, so I’ll let those people explore on their own.

She is also planning to move the stone mill into the shop and let people grind the tofu while selling it, in an effort to spread the word about the making of tofu.

The food and clothing at home are very good, and even the clothes of his servants are countless times better than those of ordinary people. Zhao Qingrui also knows something about his family's situation.

Since there is no shortage of money, this tofu is equivalent to charity.

She could just sell some other snacks in the store to make money. She was also good at snacks. She had watched many videos on how to make various delicacies and snacks in her previous life, and she also started making them herself.

After arriving in this world, she also taught her skills to the cook.

We need to recruit some employees later and let the cook take care of them.

"Miss, what's wrong with this store? If you're not satisfied, there are several stores for you to choose from," Meng Yi said gently.

"I'm quite satisfied, Uncle Meng, you really let me open such a good shop for fun? My dad is really big-hearted." Zhao Qingrui joked.

Even she couldn't help but marvel at her father's generosity. Isn't it arrogant? She is a seventeen-year-old girl who has never left Northland County and has no experience. How can her father just trust a store in a prime location?

Gave it to myself.

"Master believes in Miss."

"What if it crashes and we lose money?" Zhao Qingrui raised an eyebrow.

"Don't be afraid of losing money, the master is not short of money." Meng Yi said seriously, the entire Qin Dynasty belongs to your majesty. Although the national treasury is a little poor, your majesty's private treasury is definitely not poor. Zhao Qingrui can do whatever he wants.

Zhao Qingrui twitched the corner of her mouth and confirmed that her father was indeed very rich.

After returning home, Zhao Qingrui started preparing non-stop.

She didn't consider opening a tofu workshop. Her purpose was just to spread the word about tofu. If she wanted to make money, she had to rely on snacks.

Zhao Qingrui asked the housekeeper to prepare a recruitment advertisement and post it in the store. She planned to recruit a few handy people and then asked the cook to teach them how to make snacks.

It also had to be packaged, so Zhao Qingrui immediately thought of Su Ling.

There are quite a few people from the Mo family staying in Xianyang now. Asking them to help them get some oil paper later will only require one more step and it won't be a hassle.

As for cardboard boxes, she didn't consider it for the time being. It was too troublesome, so the packaging should be kept simple.

The housekeeper was very capable and brought the people here the next day. They all seemed honest.

After telling them the rules, they were left to the cook.

"Miss, what do you need so much paper for?" Chunxi asked in confusion.

"Of course it's to make money, go quickly." Zhao Qingrui pressed the dough in his hand and it was almost fermented. It's not easy to make some fine white flour in Daqin.

Divide the dough into small pieces, roll it out flat and thin, add the leek and pork stuffing prepared earlier, fold the dough in half, pinch the middle skin hard, and finally pinch the dumpling skins on both sides toward the middle.

The dumplings are like little ingots, round and round, and look very festive.

During this period of time, she was giving her dad some body weight, and she was eating along with him. She felt like she had gained a little weight.

So, she took the cook and started tossing the dumplings for a change.

I'll check dad's physical condition later. If it's almost good, it's time to help him lose weight.

She also hopes that she will succeed in her great career and let her father take the position of emperor. How can she do this without a healthy body?

With the system in place and a stable score-boosting tool in the future, it will not be a dream for my dad to live to be 200 years old.

"Is there any problem with the apprentices you brought?" While making dumplings, Zhao Qingrui asked the cook about teaching the apprentices.

"It's no problem. Apart from preparing food for the master and the lady every day, the maid has nothing to do. It's a good time to have an apprentice." The cook said quickly. She learned all her skills from Zhao Qingrui, and she

She is still a servant of the Zhao family, so she is extremely lucky that her master treats her well.

She was just teaching a few apprentices, and she was very happy.

"It's no problem." Zhao Qingrui nodded and stopped paying attention to the matter. He felt at ease with the cook's work.

"By the way, in the coming days, my father's nourishing meals will be lighter. There is no need to continue to eat big fish and meat, and he will cook more vegetables."

"Yes, miss." The cook responded seriously. Sometimes the miss's words are more effective than the master's, such as now.

After the father's next meal was properly arranged, the dumplings in Zhao Qingrui's hands were almost ready.

Ying Zheng, who was handling government affairs in Zhangtai Palace, sneezed, and Zhao Gao quickly came over to express his concern.

"Your Majesty has caught a cold. I will call the imperial doctor right now." During this period, his status in Your Majesty's heart gradually declined, and Zhao Gao felt a strong sense of crisis.

"No, I'm fine." Ying Zheng shook his head. He was fine. He could feel that his body was recovering quickly. Even if he reviewed dozens of kilograms more bamboo slips every day, it would be no problem.

However, with the promotion of paper, the bamboo slips used for memorials were replaced with white paper, which was much more convenient, although the workload did not decrease.

After glancing at Zhao Gao, Ying Zheng looked away.

Heibingtai has already found out, and now he is still alive and well. Although Zhao Gao did some small tricks behind his back, he did not dare to go too far.

On the other hand, Hu Hai had more problems. He was having fun in the palace every day. He said he was studying hard, but in fact he was just having fun, and even killed a lot of people.

All these things were covered up by Zhao Gao. He didn't know about it before and only thought that the palace maids died accidentally.

Being able to do these things at such a young age made him believe in Zhao Qingrui's words even more.

How to arrange Hu Hai's punishment put him in a difficult position. The punishment was too light and had no effect, and he felt unhappy in his heart. If it was serious, he felt a little distressed because this was his own son.

His Majesty went out of the palace again, and everyone in the harem looked at him eagerly. Seeing that His Majesty's health was getting better and better, but His Majesty did not enter the harem anymore, they were all very disappointed.

No matter what those people think, no one can stop Ying Zheng from seeing his daughter.
Chapter completed!