The Little Darling Wife Who is a Divine Doctor Saved the Entire Family of the Duke's Mansion Chapter 560: What if he wants to get involved

Minister Hao was utterly astonished by Mo Qing's behavior, to the extent that he almost believed the man facing him had experienced a total transformation of heart.

Observing his father-in-law so eagerly throwing himself into the task, how could Minister Hao resist sharing in the joy?

Thus, Minister Hao dove right in.

Disregarding his appearance entirely, he tucked up his sleeves and trouser cuffs like Mo Qing and began pulling weeds in the greenhouse...

That night, He Zhiran herself organized a lavish feast to greet and rejuvenate her beloved father.

The banquet at the Mo estate outshone even those in the palace, particularly because their homegrown greenhouse veggies eliminated any worries for He Zhiran about where the produce came from.

This allowed the Mo family's table to feature the most creative dishes imaginable.

The family boasted plentiful stocks of all sorts of meats, as multiple rounds of fully grown animals from their ranch had been sold off already. To the Mo household, this represented a substantial revenue stream.

For the reception dinner, He Zhiran deliberately called upon Xie Tianhai, Fang Chuanzhou, and Hu Cong to join them.

All three had worked as officials with her father previously, sharing a bond free of any walls, making them old acquaintances. Their chatting with Minister Hao would surely brighten the mood.

He Zhiran also aimed to ask about the latest oversight of their lands and share her insights.

Though only a woman, nobody dared belittle her.

Xie Tianhai and Fang Chuanzhou especially knew He Zhiran's talents well and respected her deeply.

They had gone so far as to say that were He Zhiran male, she'd surely hold a high post in the court.

He Zhiran simply took such praise in stride without overthinking it.

She didn't relish sticking her nose into matters; circumstances left her no option. Her spouse battled foes on the front lines, so she managed the rear operations.

During this Northwest welcome feast, Minister Hao rediscovered the charms of the region—cozy lodgings, mouthwatering meals, and daily glimpses of those two enchanting little ones.

Envy stirred in him for Mo Qing; as parents both, the other had savored this family joy months ahead.

Thank goodness the trouble from the Empress's group let him release all burdens. Thank goodness he abandoned his former pigheadedness. And thank goodness he chose kin over all else. Had he not, when else in life could he relish such easy, blissful days?

Naturally, his outlook stemmed partly from news of Mo Jiuye's battle lines advancing well. After crushing the Barbarian uprising, the Northwest promised peace.

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Together with the household ladies, He Zhiran carried the hot pot and fixings to the table and laid them out.

Her special summons for Tang Mingrui had purpose—with chillier days arriving, prime season for hot pot ventures had come.

Plus, their greenhouse greens and ranch lamb required reliable outlets.

Tang Mingrui realized that each time Sister-in-law He beckoned him, a fresh path to riches awaited.

He, like the Mo clan, had savored hot pot earlier. Back then, he'd figured launching a eatery with it would rake in fortunes.

Yet Sister-in-law He explained the scarcity of hot pot spices and components—chili peppers as its very essence—meant delay was necessary.

Arriving at the Mo home today, Tang Mingrui gawked anew at the spread on the table and that unique central copper vessel.

"Sister-in-law He, is this also a hot pot?"

He Zhiran anticipated this query from the fellow forever scheming for profit.

Having called him to plan a hot pot eatery, she saw no issue in clearing his questions upfront.

"This copper pot was made by Brother Hu some time ago at my request."

While talking, He Zhiran stepped to the table, indicating the pot's features and describing their uses to Tang Mingrui.

Learning the tiny covers on the pot controlled the flame intensity left Tang Mingrui even more awestruck by He Zhiran.

"Sister-in-law He, I truly admire you to the point of prostrating myself. How did you come up with such an ingenious idea? It's simply too miraculous..."

He Zhiran felt a bit shy hearing Tang Mingrui's compliments, since this dish wasn't her original creation but merely borrowed from her past life's successes.

"Haha... It's really quite simple. You just haven't had the time to ponder it!" With a casual laugh, He Zhiran kept explaining the ingredients and seasonings spread across the table to Tang Mingrui.

Tang Mingrui hung on her every word, while Mo Qing and Minister Hao also listened intently without missing a beat.

His wife had brought Minister Hao here earlier, saying their daughter whipped up some tasty treats. He never dreamed the table would hold nothing but raw stuff. How could anyone choke that down?

Was eating raw a strange Northwest habit maybe?

He Zhiran's following move swiftly erased all his uncertainties.

The vibrant red broth bubbling in the copper pot spread an utterly novel aroma throughout the room.

She scooped up several thin meat slices and fish balls, tossing them straight into the pot.

Mo Qing didn't wait for her to say anything and right away pressed Minister Hao to dive in.

Meanwhile, he grabbed a delicate slice of meat and dropped it into Minister Hao's bowl.

"Father-in-law, this is mutton. Tender and fresh with zero gamey taste. Just swish it in the broth and savor."

For the first time, Minister Hao saw food cooked this way. The mutton blanched mere moments in the pot, yet already perfectly edible?

Madam He beside him had savored hot pot previously and hated watching her husband dither, so she lightly poked his arm.

"My lord, our son-in-law isn't tricking you. This mutton is absolutely delectable."

Others around the table had, in a flash, polished off He Zhiran's latest pot additions and hurriedly tossed in fresh ones.

No doubt required—their ecstatic faces and refusal to pause for talk proved the dish's mouthwatering allure.

Minister Hao tried a piece, and just like that, he couldn't quit devouring it.

Little wonder his wife and son dragged their feet leaving this place. He'd figured last night's Mo family feast was tempting enough, yet today's hot pot outdid it wildly.

He Zhiran fetched the grape wine she'd brewed herself last autumn too.

Once finished fermenting, the wine sat tucked in the cellar. Though Northwest cold gripped the land, the storage stayed above freezing.

Right now, its cool chill mimicked ice-bath perfection, pairing ideally with the scalding hot pot for ultimate refreshment and hunger-stoking delight.

The grape wine earned unanimous rave reviews, no question.

Minister Hao's one lifelong indulgence was sneaking a tipple at every chance.

The previous day, He Zhiran catered to his fancy with a jar of Wuliangye, drawing nonstop praise from him as far superior to imperial wines.

This day brought a chance to sip his own daughter's handcrafted grape wine, bursting with one-of-a-kind flavors.

Minister Hao inwardly chanted over and over, "I love it, I love it..."