In the next few days, the entire Nanjing City was completely caught in the hot pot craze.

And just as Zhu Biao was worried, many households have already begun to imitate hot pot.

"Second brother, have you heard of it?"

Zhu Zi'an sat on the sofa, listening to the report from Yang Zaide and Lu Qu, Zhu Biao hurriedly walked in with a hurried look on his face.

"Your Highness, why are you so anxious?"

"Second brother, I heard that there are already many families in Nanjing who are secretly making hot pot to eat by themselves!"

Zhu Biao said quickly.

"Your Highness, I wonder how you know about this?" Zhu Zi'an looked a little strange.

"Second brother, the third brother told me about this!" Zhu Biao said quickly.

After hearing this, Zhu Zi'an slowly looked at Zhu Chuang beside him.

"Couple Zi'an, this matter has been secretly circulated in Nanjing City, and there are even shops that specialize in selling hot pot and large iron pots!" Zhu Chuang said hurriedly.

"Well, so that's it!"

Zhu Zian smiled slightly, but there was no sign of any expression.

"Second brother?" "Zi'an cousin?"

Zhu Biao and Zhu Chuang were both full of doubts.

"Your Highness, those special iron pots for hot pot are sold from the shop!"

Zhu Zi'an explained.

"What?"

Zhu Biao and Zhu Chuang were both stunned, with confusion on their faces.

"Second brother, why are you still seeking the enemy?"

"Your Highness, don't worry, the hot pot special pot and hot pot spoon have been making money these days!"

Zhu Zi'an was not in a hurry at all, but still spoke slowly.

"Second brother!"

Now that things have come to this point, Zhu Biao’s face is full of helplessness.

"Your Highness, you have two silver coins for a hot pot, five hundred cents for a hot pot, and ten taels of silver for a hot pot table. These days, you have already earned 10,000 taels of silver!"

Zhu Zi'an chuckled.

"Ten thousand taels?"

Now, Zhu Biao could no longer help but turn to look at Yang Zaide.

"Shopkeeper Yang, Zhenyi Store still sells hot pot tables?"

"Go back to Your Highness, you can sell all items related to hot pot in Zhenyi shop!"

Yang Zaide quickly bowed and bowed slightly to report.

Zhu Biao: "..."

"Your Highness, there are countless wealthy merchants and powerful people in Nanjing. Even if there are two more Zhenyi hotpot restaurants, they will not be able to satisfy the consumption of wealthy merchants and powerful people in Nanjing."

Zhu Zi'an chuckled and explained slowly: "As I said before, without secret seasonings, even if I sell the entire set of dishes and furniture of the hot pot restaurant to those people, they can't make such delicious taste.

Therefore, people who want to eat hot pot will definitely come to the hot pot restaurant to eat. As for those who are struggling with their families or cannot sit in the hot pot restaurant, they can eat it at home and just eat it!

In this way, only after eating hot pot with bad taste will they miss the authentic Zhenyi hot pot in the hot pot restaurant. At that time, Zhenyi hot pot can be deeply rooted in people's hearts!"

"As for edible hot pot utensils, even if I don't sell them, there will still be other shops for sale. It's better, I'll make this money first!"

"Second brother is wise!"

After hearing this, Zhu Biao reacted this time, looked at Zhu Zian, and then returned to his admiration.

As for Zhu Win, who was beside him, he looked thoughtful.

In the following days, except for the hot pot restaurant and the military weapon bureau, it was very lively.

In Nanjing, there was a serene situation again.

And Zhu Zi'an still stayed in the house.

Occasionally, a few days later, I went outside the city to check the situation of the pig farm, or went to the vegetable gardens of the glass greenhouses outside the city to check the situation of the vegetable gardens in the glass greenhouses.

In addition, there was nothing wrong with Zhu Zi'an.

Time flies.

Soon, the end of the year is approaching.

At this time, the entire Nanjing City was slowly falling into a state of joy.

Some street stalls gradually began to appear in the streets and alleys.

However, these still had no effect on Zhu Zi'an and were still sitting in the house.

From time to time, roast some sweet potatoes, or serve a grilled fish or hot pot, and the whole life of a god is like a god.

...

After the heavy snow, the entire Nanjing city was covered in silver.

A creak!

The gate of Zhu's mansion was opened, and Zhu Biao, dressed in a sable coat, walked in from outside the door with his hands in his arms.

"Second brother, my father asked me to ask you, where did you spend the New Year?"

As soon as he entered the door, he sat down and had not yet taken a sip of hot tea, Zhu Biao asked directly.

"Go back to the mountain!"

Zhu Zi'an said indifferently.

These days, he has been preparing these things.

"I'll set out the next day!"

"The day after tomorrow?"

Zhu Biao was shocked.

“That’s right!”

Zhu Zi'an nodded.

"Starting the next day, you can arrive in Wudang the day before the end of the year!"

"I'm so anxious, I need to report to my father!" Zhu Biaolian said.

"Your Highness can report it. Even if your Highness doesn't report it, I will say goodbye to the emperor tomorrow!"

Zhu Zi'an nodded slightly, not caring too much.

"So, I'll say goodbye first!"

As he said that, Zhu Biao quickly stood up.

However, before leaving, I took a hot sweet potato, wrapped it in a ball of paper, and walked out.

Seeing this, Zhu Zian could only smile helplessly. It seemed that the gentle and gentle prince in the past could become like this, and he was a little resentful to him.

Half an hour later.

Imperial study room.

"Father, brother An will be ready to return to Wudang the next day!"

Zhu Biao stood in His Highness and licked his lips after saying that. In terms of the skills of roasting sweet potatoes, the second brother's skills are the best, and it is extremely sweet.

"The day after tomorrow?"

Zhu Yuanzhang, who was reviewing the memorial, paused and looked at Zhu Biao quickly.

Then, without waiting for Zhu Biao to say something, he continued: "According to time, if he returns to Wudang, Zi'an should leave these days!"

"Father!"

Below, Zhu Biao called out softly.

"Let's go, we're going to see An!!"

Zhu Yuanzhang stood up and said.

"yes!"

Seeing this, Zhu Biao could only whisper from behind, and then he had to hurry up.

...

"See the Emperor!"
To be continued...