"Zhang Han, get someone to make two big pots for me!”
Seeing that the bamboo slips had turned into pieces, Ying Chu once again entered the territory of the Young Lord's Mansion.
After two days of interaction, Zhang Han felt that the little prince wasn't as arrogant as the rumors said.
At the very least, he could still listen to others 'advice, right?
Thus, Zhang Han didn't have as much of a headache as the first time he saw the little prince.
"Of course. I wonder what the little prince wants?”
As the emperor's private treasury, the main responsibility of the Shao Fu was to control the income of the mountains, seas, and marshes, as well as the royal family's handicraft industry.
It was just a pot, and Zhang Han didn't think it was a big deal.
Moreover, didn't the Shao Mansion help the little prince make a small pot called " mandarin ducks " some time ago?
"Just like an ordinary pot. One is made of wood and the other is made of iron, but it has to be a little bigger. Also, get someone to work faster.”
"Of course, but what does the little prince mean by 'big'? Do you have a pattern?"
"Aiya, just make it like an ordinary pot. As for the size…"
Ying Chu thought for a moment and continued,"Just make it a few hundred times bigger than an ordinary wok!"”
Thump!
This time, Zhang Han really knelt down in front of Ying Chu.
Two pots that were hundreds of times bigger!
And he had to use it in these two days!
Little prince, do I look like a pot to you?
"Sigh, why are you kneeling? Hurry up and order people to do it. My sawdust is still waiting to be cooked!”
Ying Chu planned to leave after saying this.
"Little prince, you want that big pot…just to boil wood chips?”
"Hehe, don't underestimate those wood chips. They're treasures!”
After patting Zhang Han's shoulder twice, Ying Chu turned around and left.
He still had a lot of work to do.
Although the sawdust was already there and the cauldron was under construction, there were still other messy things waiting.
For example, the weather and the drying area.
There were also other small items that he needed.
For a moment, Ying Chu felt that the burden on his body was still very heavy.
And Zhang Han, who was already in a mess, really…had a heart that wanted to die.
Why did he feel that the little prince was not bad before?
First, he twisted the bamboo slips that the Shao residence had painstakingly made, causing him to hide in the residence and not dare to go out.
Now, he was ordered to make a big pot, and he actually asked for a pot that was a hundred times larger than an ordinary pot?
It was not easy to make such a big iron pot.
Melting iron alone would waste a lot of manpower, resources, and money.
And a wooden pot of the same size.
He had never seen such thick wood in his life, alright?
The most depressing thing was that these two pots were actually used to boil wood chips!
It was obvious that the wooden shavings were the bamboo slips that he had ordered people to painstakingly make, and then the little prince had ordered people to grind them into scraps.
Zhang Han really wanted to say to the little prince who had already left,""Don't let him be alone!”
But he was scared.
"Sigh, we don't even have enough manpower to build Epang Palace. If we delay for another two days because of the little prince, I wonder if His Majesty will kill him?”
Although he was full of complaints, he was still quite efficient at his work.
In less than two days, Ying Chu looked at the brand new pot and nodded with satisfaction.
"I couldn't tell. Zhang Han, it's a waste of talent to let you be a young master. Wait for me to go back and tell my father. No matter what, I have to let you rise another level or two!”
To be honest, Ying Chu really thought highly of Zhang Han.
After all, he was the only Great General that Great Qin had at the end of its reign!
Under Zhang Han's indescribable expression, Ying Chu ordered his men to carry the two big pots through the city and stopped at the entrance of the imperial kitchen.
The moment they saw Ying Chu's petite figure, the manager of the imperial kitchen and a few head chefs immediately came forward with smiles.
"Little Prince, have you thought of something delicious today?”
"Today is not for eating. Which of you has the best control over the fire?”
"This one! This lowly one is best at controlling fire!"
A chubby middle-aged man took two steps forward."Little Prince, in terms of heat control, no one in the entire imperial kitchen can compare to me!”
"Alright, then it's up to you. First, boil the water in this pot!”
Fatty Wang's expression changed as he looked at the wok that was about the same height as him but two times fatter than him.
As the imperial cook, he just wanted to show his face in front of the little prince in exchange for a job that would be easier. Why was he still doing his old job?
The manager and several head chefs, who were originally unhappy when they saw him suddenly appear, held back their laughter until their faces turned red.
However, in the next second, Fatty Wang's expression appeared on their faces as if it had been copied and pasted.
"All of you, fill these two pots with water!”
"And those few people, go to the woodshed and bring Wood over!”
"Don't be idle. Set up the pot first and find a longer stick!”
“……”
Under Ying Chu's orders, the imperial kitchen had followed in the footsteps of the young master.
There were those who delivered firewood, those who carried water, those who poured wood chips, those who stirred…
The entire imperial kitchen was so lively that there wasn't even a single person cooking.
This time, the people who felt indignant were successfully transferred from the officials of the previous dynasty to the harem.
After all, lunchtime had long passed, but they hadn't even had a snack.
When Zhang Han heard about this, tears instantly fell like rain.
Finally, someone had experienced the same pain as him!
Even though he said that, the imperial kitchen had suffered much better than him.
In the beginning, a few favored concubines took advantage of the emperor's favor and ordered servants to rush them to the imperial kitchen.
But when those people saw the people in the imperial kitchen being manipulated by the little prince, who still dared to open their mouths?
If they offended the little prince, would they still have their heads?
The maidservants who returned empty-handed were all reprimanded by their masters.
In the end, some of the angry concubines decided to go to the First Emperor to talk about this matter.
However, when it really came to Shi Huang, no one dared to speak.
Because…
Qin Shi Huang did not eat either!
There were only a few more snacks on his desk than the people in the harem.
With this news, who would dare to run to the imperial kitchen?
Even if Qin Shi Huang didn't eat, he would still indulge the little prince.
This time, the entire harem fell silent.
When Qin Shi Huang heard this, he smiled indifferently.
After all, the news had spread so quickly, and it was not without his secret manipulation.
In fact, Ying Chu had already told him that he was going to the imperial kitchen to make a treasure today. The people there might not be able to cook on time.
He even asked him to bear with it.
To be honest, compared to not being able to eat, Shi Huang was more looking forward to the treasure that Ying Chu had mentioned.
Moreover, no matter how busy the imperial kitchen was, they would definitely not starve him.
When he saw that the little prince was about to go on a rampage, the steward of the imperial kitchen had already ordered some food to be prepared and sent to the First Emperor.
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