My father Zhu Gaoxu

Chapter 272 Preparing Gifts
"My lord, are you sure you want to personally prepare a gift for Wang Guifei?"

In the inner house of the palace, Sun Ruowei still asked in disbelief.

"I'm not doing it for Wang Guifei, but for helping you and my mother. Aren't you worried about preparing gifts? I just know a few gifts that Wang Guifei will definitely like very much!"

Zhu Zhanhe explained with a laugh.

The reconstruction of the bank will take a few days, and he just has nothing else to do, so he simply helps Sun Ruowei, and can find something for her to do afterwards.

"Then what gift do you want to prepare?"

Sun Ruowei asked again.

Although she knew that Zhu Zhanhe was knowledgeable and talented, it was no child's play to prepare a gift for a noble concubine.

"Let me tell you the truth. I have asked Ma An to prepare the things, and they will be delivered soon."

Zhu Zhanhe laughed.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ma An led someone in with a cart of things excitedly and said, "My lord, I have prepared everything you want!"

At this time, Sun Ruowei looked at the things on the car curiously, and saw that there were various things such as stoves, iron pots, and pots on it, and there was also a big strange guy. Sun Ruowei didn't know what this thing was for.

"Good job!"

At this time, Zhu Zhanhe also stepped forward to look at it, nodded in satisfaction, and then ordered people to remove the stove and iron pan from the car, and there were also several bags containing Zhu Zhan He wants to use things.

"Where's the oil?"

Zhu Zhanhe checked these things, but he didn't find the oil he needed.

"It's here!"

I saw Ma An holding up a bag and saying courteously.

"You put the oil in the bag?"

Zhu Zhanhe was taken aback, thinking about what kind of oil can be packed into a bag?I saw Ma An take out a large piece of lard suet from the bag.

"I asked you to prepare oil, and you prepared lard for me?"

Zhu Zhanhe couldn't laugh or cry when he saw the suet in the bag.

"Your Majesty, you can say whatever you want. I thought you were going to cook, so I specially prepared pork suet."

Ma An explained in a low voice.

In fact, this is not Ma An's fault, Zhu Zhanhe asked him to prepare stoves, iron pots, etc. He thought Zhu Zhanhe was going to cook, so he specially prepared lard suet that is more fragrant for cooking.

"Little man, go and change a barrel of oil!"

Ma An corrected his mistakes and went to the kitchen of the palace immediately.

"No need, pork suet is also fine, it's not bad anyway!"

But Zhu Zhanhe stopped Ma An, took the pork suet, cut it into small pieces, raised the fire again, and then put the pork suet into the pot to boil.

As the temperature in the iron pan rises, shiny lard precipitates out of the fat, and finally there is more and more lard, and after the fat is rolled and fried, it turns into pieces of oil residue, exuding an attractive smell. fragrance.

"This taste is really nostalgic!"

Zhu Zhanhe smelled the smell of lard, couldn't help picking up the chopsticks, took a piece and blew it a few times, and then took a light bite. Although he was so hot that he took a breath, the familiar smell still made him feel sick. He looked intoxicated.

So an hour later, Zhu Zhanhe finally ate the warm steamed buns with lard residue. The fluffy buns carried the unique aroma of lard residue in one bite, which was exactly the same taste as he remembered when he was a child.

"My lord, you don't intend to give these buns to Concubine Wang Guifei as a birthday present, do you?"

At this moment, Sun Ruowei couldn't stand it anymore, and immediately stepped forward to ask, just now she watched Zhu Zhanhe busy for a long time, and ended up busy making such a big steamed stuffed bun.

"The buns are just made incidentally, the real good stuff is still in the pot!"

Zhu Zhanhe pointed to the lard in the iron pan.

"Could it be that your son wants to send lard? Then it's better to send buns!"

Sun Ruowei was impatient, she knew that Zhu Zhanhe was so unreliable, she might as well prepare the gift herself.

"Look what you're in a hurry for, come here, eat a steamed stuffed bun first, then I'll do a trick for you later, you'll definitely like it!"

But Zhu Zhanhe laughed, and picked up a steamed bun and sent it to Sun Ruowei's cherry mouth.

Zhu Ruowei was not too polite, took a bite angrily, and felt that the taste was not bad.

Zhu Zhanhe ate a few buns in one go, and Ma An and his servants shared the rest.

Only then did Zhu Zhanhe pick up two bags on the ground, which contained the things he needed, one was alkali powder and the other was quicklime.

This material is dissolved in water separately, and after mixing again, the two undergo a chemical reaction, and the obtained calcium carbonate precipitates, and the above solution is mainly sodium hydroxide, which is commonly known as caustic soda.

Then Zhu Zhanhe mixed the caustic soda solution with the lard in the pot, then heated it over low heat, and kept stirring to let the two fully mix.

"Look, the trick is about to begin!"

At this time, Zhu Zhanhe yelled at Sun Ruowei, then grabbed the smallest bag next to him, grabbed a handful of the contents, and sprinkled it into the pot.

Sun Ruowei only saw that Zhu Zhanhe grabbed a handful of salt-like things and sprinkled them into the pot, and then saw strips of white things appearing in the strange-smelling soup in the pot, which looked like the original pig. Suet-like.

"That's it……"

Sun Ruowei looked at the fat-like things in the pot, but was still at a loss. To be honest, these things in the pot looked a bit disgusting and smelled a bit pungent. You can't take these things as gifts, right?

"Little girl has no experience, let me tell you, this is the gift I prepared for Wang Guifei, you will know later!"

As Zhu Zhanhe said, he fished out the white agglomerates inside. This thing is actually the soap base, which is the main component of soap. Just add a little more fragrance, and it can be made into regular soap.

Zhu Zhanhe scooped up all the soap bases into an iron box, and then boiled a pot of water again.

After the water was hot, Zhu Zhanhe put the iron box in the water, heated it through the water, and the soap base inside quickly melted.

Zhu Zhanhe took out the spices that he had prepared long ago. The technology of making incense has existed in ancient times, and it was very mature in the Ming Dynasty. There are special preparation methods for various fragrances.

The spice in Zhu Zhanhe's hand was also bought by Ma An, it was a scent of jasmine.

When Zhu Zhanhe poured the spices into the soap base, the soap base, which was originally white with a yellowish tint, was dyed lavender by the spices, making it look much more beautiful than before, and at the same time exuding a faint scent of jasmine.

Then Zhu Zhanhe took out several molds. These molds were originally used to make moon cakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival. The carvings inside are very exquisite, and they are also very suitable for making soap.

Zhu Zhanhe poured the lavender soap base into the mold, and as the temperature dropped, the soap base inside also solidified quickly, and it became the frequently used soap in later generations, or it is called handmade soap.

"It's done!"

Zhu Zhanhe poured the soap out of the mold, looked at these beautifully shaped soaps, and nodded in satisfaction.

(End of this chapter)