In the spring of the third year of Rongping, the emperor, who had just established a solid foundation, disregarded the criticism from the government and the public, and conferred a first-class imperial title on a female chef who made desserts. She looked weird when she bowed to others, so he thought of a way to keep it out of sight.
In the spring of the third year of Rongping, the proprietress of Rongsuju was making snacks, with powder on her nose. She was kowtowed by a group of people - congratulations on becoming Mrs. Fanhua. My hands were shaking and I was in a bad mood. I didn't want to make any tributes that day, so I thanked guests behind closed doors.
The capital was in an uproar, and everyone was spreading: Actually, he, he, she, she, they have a story...
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