The head of the imperial kitchen was under a lot of pressure. He racked his brains and couldn't do it. In the meantime, he smashed a dried pear because of researching the method, and made the little prince cry for a while. He was really out of luck.

"Aren't these good?"

Eunuch Su looked at the trays of dried fruit sadly, and he couldn't see the problem either.

"If these are either too dry, or too watery, and the taste is not right, it's too difficult to pick the right ones."

chief executive

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