The Little Darling Wife Who is a Divine Doctor Saved the Entire Family of the Duke's Mansion Chapter 565: Nine Boys Don’t want to Treat

"This commercial street is destined to emerge as a prime attraction in my Da Shun realm. Beyond the street itself, the whole city appears impeccably neat and orderly."

Had I not witnessed it personally, I could never have envisioned a city constructed in such a manner."

Nan Yu's remarks carried no hidden implications whatsoever. Since ascending the throne, the relentless wars had been swiftly quelled by the Mo Family Men. Thereafter, his efforts turned toward nationwide development projects.

At first, priorities lay in guaranteeing food and shelter for the populace, thanks to the high-yield grains supplied by Mo Jiuye. In today's Da Shun realm, diligence ensures no one starves.

Having tackled the core issue of sustenance, focus shifted to boosting the economy in diverse ways.

Nan Yu harbored his own strategies, yet the administration of Mo Jiuye's territory prompted him to discard prior notions.

Clearly, the journey proved worthwhile, brimming with innovative concepts from this fief worth implementing elsewhere.

"I spotted countless snacks and eateries along the business street. Ninth Younger Brother and Ninth Younger Sister-in-Law, aren't you going to play the gracious hosts?"

Even if He Zhiran and Mo Jiuye failed to grasp it, they'd be utter fools. Nan Yu was plainly requesting the pair to host him for a meal.

Noon had just arrived, ideal timing for dining.

However, the business street's restaurants were far from commonplace venues. During peak hours, they brimmed with patrons.

This outing saw Mo Jiuye and He Zhiran traveling without servants, leaving no one to secure a spot in line ahead.

He had decreed strictly against queue-jumping via influence, not even for the King of Defending the West.

Noticing Mo Jiuye's hesitation, Nan Yu inquired with puzzled curiosity:

"What's wrong? Is Ninth Younger Brother reluctant to host me?"

Right then, Eighth Brother approached, steadying his expectant wife.

"Ninth Younger Brother, Ninth Younger Sister-in-Law, you're here as well?"

His gaze then fell upon Nan Yu and his entourage.

"Ninth Younger Brother, who might this be?"

Mo Chuhan lacked prior acquaintance with Nan Yu, oblivious to the man's status. Yet he wasn't entirely unobservant.

Despite Nan Yu's affable smile, an innate air of authority lingered inescapably.

Being out in public, where Nan Yu, Mo Jiuye, and He Zhiran all masked their statuses, blurting out his identity would ill suit the moment.

"He's a distinguished visitor from the Capital city. Feel free to call him Third Brother."

Mo Chuhan tended toward straightforwardness. Though sensing Nan Yu's exceptional bearing, he saw no cause for speculation.

"As a guest from the Capital city, is Ninth Younger Brother intending to dine with him here on the business street?"

With that, he eyed the adjacent hot pot spot before sighing in resignation.

"Tsk tsk... Mealtime means it'll be tough snagging a table on the business street..."

Nan Yu's interest sharpened at these words.

"Does Ninth Younger Brother even need to wait in line for meals in his own domain?"

Mo Chuhan cut in before Mo Jiuye could reply.

"That's the regulation Ninth Younger Brother and Ninth Younger Sister-in-Law established. No exceptions for dining or shopping in the fief—no matter who, not even themselves."

Nan Yu shot Mo Jiuye a questioning glance.

Mo Jiuye clarified, "No rules means chaos. To uphold order, all must abide, myself included."

Nan Yu nodded approvingly.

"Precisely—without rules, nothing succeeds. I'm truly impressed."

Inadvertently, he uttered the imperial "Zhen."

Mo Chuhan caught the slip instantly, eyes widening as he scrutinized Nan Yu.

Nan Yu cleared his throat behind a fist, urging Mo Jiuye for rescue.

"Eighth Brother, set it aside for now. I'll fill you in at home."

Once Mo Jiuye spoke and confirmed Eighth Brother dropped it, he gestured toward several shops ahead:

"I'm unsure of Third Brother's tastes, but lunch is on me today."

Hosting was fine, queuing included. After all, Eighth Brother had underscored that rules held firm—even for an emperor, Mo Jiuye permitted no exceptions.

Nan Yu wasn't particularly fussy about meals to begin with, given the harsh conditions of his upbringing.

Yet during the trip to the northwest, Tang-branded restaurants caught his eye at every stop. In every locale, these Tang eateries brimmed with customers, revealing the explosive success of their operations.

Nan Yu puzzled over how rival restaurants sat empty as Tang's venues stayed perpetually thronged.

To sate his wonder, he led his entourage into a Tang restaurant for a meal, only then grasping that their cuisine was truly superb—outshining even the palace's imperial delicacies.

No surprise their establishments drew such huge crowds.

"On the way here, I spotted loads of bustling Tang hot pot places, but avoiding the lines meant I missed out on trying them. Shall we go for hot pot this time?"

Hot pot...

The spot sported the longest wait on the whole business street. Right when dining hours hit, a massive queue snaked out front of the hot pot house.

Truthfully, Nan Yu had never lined up anywhere, since his palace kitchens could replicate all these dishes—and craft even finer ones.

He discerned Nan Yu's motive clearly: it was a deliberate test for him.

"If so, Third Brother, don't take it amiss. Let's queue up side by side."

Some thirty minutes of waiting later, a table freed up inside the hot pot restaurant.

This marked Nan Yu's inaugural hot pot feast, and he fell head over heels for the dining style without question.

In his heart, that half-hour line had been utterly worth enduring.

Once the hot pot meal wrapped up, the party ambled relaxedly across the fief.

Mo Jiuye and He Zhiran spared no details with Nan Yu on the fief's progress or its array of factories and workshops.

The fief's dazzling affluence made plain the enormous investments poured in, details laid bare to Nan Yu to erase any lingering doubts.

Their wealth flowed openly from these very enterprises. What grounds remained for suspicion?

Such openness explained He Zhiran's readiness to guide Nan Yu on the tour.

Whenever Nan Yu eyed the factory and workshop signs, he turned into a fountain of endless questions.

"Ninth Younger Brother, Ninth Younger Sister-in-Law, is the milk powder that surpasses cow's milk in flavor made right here?"

"Yes, we rear vast herds of dairy cows across the fief and among the Barbarians, churning out enormous volumes of milk. However, keeping milk fresh poses real difficulties.

Through my special technique, it gets processed into milk powder for sale far and wide.

Beyond that, various milk types exist, tailored perfectly for different people to enjoy."

He Zhiran stressed "unique technique" on purpose, signaling straight to Nan Yu that milk powder's massive gains shouldn't spark any schemes against her.