Shocking! The entire court was drooling with envy because of me.

Zhao Gou grinned: "Your Majesty, it must still be on its way."

In reality, I'm miserable: I'm so sleepy, I really want to sleep, will I really not be able to sleep tonight?

"Too slow, far too slow. These courtiers are becoming increasingly outrageous; they don't seem to care about important matters at all."

The emperor shook his head as he ate a chicken leg.

Zhao Gou: "Yes, you're right, that's outrageous, absolutely outrageous!"

After waiting for a long time, a few ministers finally arrived sporadically.

The ministers looked bewildered, wondering what kind of trouble the emperor was up to now.

In particular, a small number of ministers had not eaten Shen Qing's meal, nor did they wait in the main hall today, nor did they go to watch the palace intrigue.

I was completely bewildered.

"Where is Pei Yuan? Where is Yan Wenli? And what about the Ministry of Works and the Ministry of Rites?" The emperor glanced at them, quite dissatisfied.

The Grand Secretary didn't come, and even fewer of the six ministers showed up.

He was hoping the Prime Minister's brilliant mind could analyze the situation for him.

"The Grand Secretary said he has been waiting all day, is tired, and cannot come."

"As for Lord Yan, Lord Xin, Lord Wang, Lord Zhou, General He, and others, they seem to be unwell."

emperor:"......"

It was intentional, absolutely intentional!

These people must have guessed what he was thinking, so they deliberately made excuses to avoid coming.

If it weren't for the fact that these people are capable of working, he would definitely have taken their heads!

Oh well, what can you do when he's the emperor? He's magnanimous.

"You all, guess for me where Lady Shen will set up her stall tomorrow."

The ministers: "???"

Emperor: "Dog, tell them."

Zhao Gou: "I'm sure everyone has heard about the random stalls. His Majesty summoned everyone here today to guess where Madam Shen's stall will be located."

"The eccentrics have compiled a list of all the locations where Madam Shen used to set up her stalls in the countryside. Can you find the patterns?"

As he spoke, a young eunuch handed out a piece of paper to each of the officials.

Upon closer inspection, it was filled with absurd things:

Fried chicken is sold at the morning market in Ping'an County; steamed buns are sold at the ghost market in Ping'an County; braised pork ribs are sold at the entrance of the academy in Ping'an County; spicy strips are sold next to the Beijing Culinary Competition...

The ministers: "???"

Is there any pattern to this?

I'm completely bewildered.

Are they dreaming? Is all of this fake?

"What are you all standing there for? Speak up! Are you all mute?" The emperor was very dissatisfied.

The ministers: "..."

I don't know how to say it.

"Gentlemen, let's quickly discuss this and try to find a pattern. Let's guess where Madam Shen's stall will be located. The sooner we finish guessing, the sooner you can all go home," Zhao Gou suggested from the side.

Regardless of the outcome, at least make an appearance; otherwise, His Majesty will only become more furious.

The ministers had no choice but to pretend to study the paper in their hands haphazardly.

"If the folk morning market corresponds to the palace market, and the folk ghost market corresponds to the Crown Prince's Eastern Palace, then what corresponds to the entrance of the folk academy?"

"Oh, I see. Morning market = market, ghost market = East Palace, academy = '?', so what is the '?'?"

"I bet it's the Imperial Study, where the princes and princesses study!"

"No, no, this Madam Shen is always unpredictable. The academy is definitely not the same as the Imperial Study!"

"..."

In an instant, the ministers erupted into a cacophony of arguments.

Since it was all nonsense anyway, they didn't care about anything else and were only thinking about finishing it as soon as possible and going to sleep.

After arguing for half the night, they finally selected a few possible locations.

The Imperial Study (most likely to be the most likely location), the Cold Palace (remote, cold, and with a high probability), the Imperial Kitchen (the least likely but also the most likely location), the Golden Palace and the Imperial Ancestral Temple (ordinary people dare not, but Lady Shen loves to challenge the impossible).

The emperor frowned and looked at it; it was a choice of five.

It's still very difficult.

"Your Majesty, Madam Shen will only be setting up her stall tomorrow evening. Why don't we discuss this further tomorrow? Perhaps we'll have some new ideas then," Zhao Gou advised from the side.

After much deliberation, he decided to cheat.

Otherwise, letting things develop like this will not be good for anyone.

He was sleepy and wanted to go back to sleep.

"Never mind," the emperor sighed.

"A bunch of useless people, they can't even play a game properly."

"Get out of here, I'll guess for myself."

A bunch of useless people, arguing back and forth, but it's all for nothing. In the end, he has to do it himself.

The ministers were all so exhausted that they shed tears. They quickly thanked the emperor and left the Golden Palace.

They all looked miserable, as if they had suffered a terrible misfortune.

One night passed.

Shen Qing slept until she naturally woke up.

Just as I finished tidying up, a young eunuch came to fetch me:

"Madam Shen, the matriarch has sent me to ask you where you're going to set up your stall today?"

"The old ancestor said that His Majesty had his ministers study the matter for half the night last night, and then guessed about it himself for half the night. This morning at court, he had all the ministers pondering it again. He was acting like he had gone mad."

"Madam Shen, please tell me the location of your stall in advance, or something terrible will happen!"

It turned out to be a eunuch sent by Zhao Gou.

But wouldn't the emperor die suddenly if he did that?

Shen Qing thought for a moment and said, "Go tell Eunuch Zhao that today's stall location is somewhat related to yesterday's."

Consider it a favor to Zhao Gou, and also to avoid putting those ministers in a difficult position.

The young eunuch expressed his gratitude repeatedly and quickly ran out of the Delights Pavilion.

Shen Qing ate a simple meal, purchased ingredients from the system, and began making durian mille-feuille.

Today she didn't go to the imperial kitchen, but cooked directly in the small kitchen of the Treasure Pavilion.

People in this dynasty have never seen durian before. If she were to carry a durian to the imperial kitchen, it would most likely attract a lot of suspicious looks, causing unnecessary trouble.

The dough is crucial to the deliciousness of a durian crepe.

After sifting the flour, Shen Qing added eggs, milk, melted butter, sugar, salt, etc., mixed them well, and quickly stirred them into a batter.

Sift the batter three more times, about half an hour later.

Next, light the stove, brush a thin layer of oil on the frying pan, heat it over low heat, scoop a spoonful of batter into the pan, and quickly swirl the pan.

Soon, a thin, translucent round skin was formed.

Slowly peel off the round skin, set it aside, and then continue making the next round skin.

Continue until all the batter is used up.

Next comes processing the durian pulp.

Remove the seeds from the fresh durian, gently tear it open with your fingers, leaving some of the flesh, and then crush the rest into a paste.

Mix the durian puree with the whipped cream and fold until well combined.

Place a sheet of dough on a plate, spread a layer of durian cream, place another sheet of dough on top, spread another layer of durian cream, and then place another sheet on top.

Place some durian pulp inside every two or three layers.

After repeating this process, the durian mille-feuille was quickly assembled.

Shen Qing put it directly into a food box and took it to the ice cellar of the imperial kitchen.

Durian crepes that aren't refrigerated have no soul, and they'll collapse when cut open. Although there were no refrigerators in ancient times, thankfully there were ice cellars in the imperial palace.

In this way, she can take out the durian mille-feuille and set it up for sale in the evening.