The peasant girl has a private space, and her husband is handsome.

Manager Chen returned quickly.

"Master, Young Master Yuanxi said he's finished all the cornbread."

Prime Minister Feng was so angry that he slammed his fist on the bed.

You little rascal, you're such a glutton! You finished that whole bowl of cornbread in no time.

Before tasting it, Prime Minister Feng simply did not believe that such a delicious thing existed in the world. After tasting it, he realized what it meant to be unable to resist.

Prime Minister Feng pointed to the remaining identical wide-mouthed vase and said, "Steward Chen, send this vase to the Marquis of Guiping's residence in Yuanxi's name and give it to Miss Su. Remember to exchange it for elm seed steamed buns. If you can't exchange them, you don't need to come back to the Prime Minister's residence."

Manager Chen was terrified. He was doomed. If he couldn't get the elm seed steamed buns back, he would be kicked out of the house.

So how delicious must these elm seed steamed buns be to make the Prime Minister so infatuated?

After Steward Chen left, Prime Minister Feng was heartbroken and his heart ached for his rare vase.

I must have been bewitched just now, because I gave away the other vase too.

"Someone come here."

"Quickly, someone come and bring Steward Chen back!"

Prime Minister Feng's voice was trembling with tears. He regretted it, feeling that exchanging a valuable vase for cornbread was a huge loss, so he wanted someone to bring Steward Chen back.

But no one responded after shouting for a long time.

Where have all these servants gone to slack off? I've been calling for so long, and not a single one has come.

It's a pity he couldn't move because of his leg injury, otherwise he would have gotten up and gone after Steward Chen himself.

Good heavens, that's all I ever liked. It took me years to finally find that perfect antique vase.

How could Miss Su possess such superb culinary skills? She actually managed to bewitch me, the Prime Minister of a great nation, with just elm seed steamed buns!

That evening, Prime Minister Feng ate all the cornbread that Steward Chen had brought back.

As he ate, he complained, "That girl may not have any other skills, but she's quite good at cooking."

Steward Chen, waiting to the side, was drooling from the aroma, thinking to himself: "The Prime Minister actually said that Miss Su has no other skills? She's clearly very capable! Miss Su is so skilled in battle!"

She's also amazing at disaster relief. Remember how efficient Miss Su was during the snowstorm after the New Year? She saved four-fifths of the surviving population.

The next day, Prime Minister Feng looked at the sumptuous breakfast on the table but had no appetite; all he could think about were elm seed steamed buns.

"Manager Chen, try to get some more of the cornbread made by Miss Su."

Manager Chen was speechless; the Prime Minister really knew how to torment people.

That expensive vase was only exchanged for seven or eight cornbread buns, and the Prime Minister actually ordered this lowly steward to find another way to get cornbread buns. Where was he supposed to get them? He wasn't even allowed to exchange the vase for cornbread.

"Does Your Excellency wish to buy some? This old servant would like to inquire about who Miss Su has sent the homemade cornbread to, and perhaps we can spend some money to buy some back later."

"Okay, you handle it."

Steward Chen went out to inquire around and found out that Luo Yan had taken a bag of cornbread from the Marquis of Guiping's residence and returned to the Lu residence.

He heard that Luo Yan was currently staying at his wife's family home, the Lu residence, and guessed that Luo Yan must have had a conflict with Minister Luo.

Manager Chen had been waiting outside the gate of the Lu residence for a long time, until he was starting to question his existence.

It's incredibly embarrassing that the head steward of the Prime Minister's mansion would one day be squatting on the street like a beggar just for a steamed bun.

Manager Chen finally caught up with Luo Yan before lunchtime, as he was heading home.

"Fifth Master Luo, I heard you received some elm seed steamed buns made by Miss Su herself?"

"That's right, I received cornbread from Miss Su."

Luo Yan recognized Steward Chen.

Because Vice Minister Luo and Prime Minister Feng had a close relationship, Steward Chen would occasionally visit the Luo residence, and they got to know each other over time.

It was quite puzzling that the head steward of the Prime Minister's residence would come to see him for such a trivial matter. It felt very strange.

Manager Chen knew that if he couldn't buy the steamed buns made by Miss Su herself, he probably wouldn't be able to continue as the head manager.

"Uncle Luo, could you part with a few of my cornbread buns? I'll offer ten taels of silver each."

Luo Yan was petrified on the spot.

Good heavens! Street vendors sell elm seed buns for only one coin each, but Miss Su's buns are worth ten taels of silver each, ten thousand times the price the vendors sell them for.

When Manager Chen saw that Luo Yan didn't speak, he assumed that Luo Yan was reluctant to sell.

If there are things in this world that money can't buy, it's definitely because you're not paying enough.

So Manager Chen started raising the price.

"Would you sell them for fifty taels each?"

"Master Luo, I'll offer one hundred taels, that's the most I can give."

Manager Chen thought that the vase that the Prime Minister had asked him to deliver to the Marquis of Guiping's residence yesterday was bought for more than eight thousand taels of silver and exchanged for eight steamed buns, which meant that each steamed bun was worth one thousand taels of silver.

He can now buy steamed buns for only one hundred taels of silver. If the Prime Minister knew this, he would definitely think it was a great deal.

Luo Yan was completely stunned. Good heavens, a single steamed bun costs 100 taels of silver? Has the steward of the Prime Minister's residence gone mad?

"Well, let me discuss it with my wife, and I'll get back to you later."

The cornbread that Luo Yan brought back was originally intended to be heated up and eaten last night.

But in order to receive more good fortune, Lu slept all night holding a steamed bun.

I didn't even have time to eat this morning.

Luo Yan went back inside and told Madam Lu what Steward Chen had said.

Madam Lu was overjoyed, as it just so happened that all the money from her dowry had been spent at the Luo residence.

There were eight steamed buns in total. She ate one to share in the good fortune, and the remaining seven could be sold for seven hundred taels of silver.

Although housing prices in the capital are very high, with a little more money, it would be enough to buy a small courtyard in a remote area. Living at her parents' home is not a long-term solution, and the Lu family is not wealthy either.

When Emperor Jing of Qi called for donations, the Lu family donated most of their money to the imperial court.

"Husband, let's sell it then. But these cornbreads were given to us by Miss Su. We must remember Miss Su's kindness and repay her in the future."

Luo Yan nodded, took the cornbread out, exchanged it for seven hundred taels of silver, and went back inside.

Mrs. Lu was overjoyed to receive the silver note.

"Miss Su is truly amazing. The cornbread she made is so valuable. With these seven hundred taels, we can buy a small courtyard."

Mrs. Lu felt that buying would definitely be more comfortable than renting, no matter what. "Thanks to Miss Su, I really don't know what my father-in-law was thinking. Such an outstanding granddaughter, yet he was unwilling to acknowledge her as his own."

At the Prime Minister's residence, Prime Minister Feng finally got to eat cornbread.

They ate with loud "smacking" sounds.

Yes, this is the taste! It's so delicious.

Once you eat this, you'll never crave any other food again. It's like seeing nothing but Wushan Mountain!

This time, Prime Minister Feng also ate alone, without sharing with his family.

"Manager Chen, you just said the cornbread was bought with money. How much silver did it cost?"

"One hundred taels each, totaling seven hundred taels."

Prime Minister Feng held the last steamed bun in his hand, his hand trembling violently.

Damn, the elm seed steamed buns on the street only cost one coin each, but Miss Su's steamed buns sold for a hundred taels!

This is outright robbery! Only a fool would fall for it!

Prime Minister Feng angrily put the last steamed bun back on the plate.

"Miss Su is truly heartless."

Steward Chen spoke up fairly, "Prime Minister, it wasn't bought from Miss Su, it was bought from someone else."

The servant announced loudly at the door, "Your Excellency, the Prime Minister, Vice Minister Luo has come to visit."

"Let him in."

Because of his recent poverty, Vice Minister Luo was in poor spirits. He walked into the house with a hunched back and no sparkle in his eyes.

Prime Minister Feng looked at the impoverished Vice Minister Luo and saw that Vice Minister Luo's boots were worn out but he couldn't bear to buy new ones, which must be because he had no money.

It's satisfying to see your friends doing worse than you.

Prime Minister Feng finally felt somewhat at peace.

Although one hundred taels for a single elm seed steamed bun was indeed very expensive, compared to Vice Minister Luo, he was not at such a disadvantage.

Miss Su can easily sell a simple steamed bun for a hundred taels of silver.

Haha, Minister Luo has missed out on a fortune!

If Minister Luo had recognized Miss Su and brought her back to the Luo family, he would have become incredibly wealthy.

We're all good brothers, we must share the hardships together. How can we let Minister Luo make a fortune in silence all by himself?

If he had such an outstanding daughter or granddaughter, he would definitely want to acknowledge her as his own.

Even tigers don't eat their cubs. Look at Yuanxi, so disappointing, yet he's always spoiled. So this Minister Luo is truly cold-blooded.

Looking at the smile on Prime Minister Feng's face, Vice Minister Luo was somewhat puzzled.

Wait a minute, Prime Minister Feng injured his leg, he should be very sad, so why does he look like he's very happy?

Has he gone mad?