The Emperor of Xiyun nodded, "Fans are indeed quite refreshing. Jingjing, when will you make some more?"
An Jing couldn't help laughing, "Making fans is too troublesome, Changyi and I probably won't make them ourselves again. However, I've given the recipe to Youbao, and we've partnered to open a tavern before, which is still in operation. He makes a good batch and sells it there, and it sells well. If you want to eat it, you can ask him for it, he definitely has some."
The Emperor of Xiyun didn't speak but glanced at Su Chengyu.
Su Chengyu immediately lowered his head, appearing as though he hadn't handled matters properly.
Seeing this, An Jing didn't understand what the Emperor of Xiyun and Su Chengyu meant. Then, she nudged her husband next to her with her elbow and asked in a very soft voice, "My lord, did I say something wrong?"
Xiao Changyi said indifferently, "Xiyun expressly stipulates that officials are officials, and merchants are merchants."
