The head chef of the imperial kitchen was under immense pressure. He still couldn't find a way to make the dried pears after racking his brains. While studying the recipe, he broke a piece of the original dried pear. This caused the crown prince to cry over it for some time. The head chef was really at his wits' end.
"Aren't these pretty good?"
Eunuch Su looked at the plates of dried fruits regretfully. He couldn't tell what was wrong with them.
"These are either too dry or too soggy. The taste was not right either. It's too difficult to get things just right."
The head chef was on the verge of tears. He had been working in the imperial kitchen with his master since he was young. He had been working in the palace for more than forty years and had never encountered any problems. To think that he was now stumped by this little dried pear. It was really embarrassing.
"Young man, don't be anxious. Continue with your hard work."
