The next day.
Zi Shou woke up hungry.
Daji was away, so there was no disastrous cooking to eat.
He had planned to have a eunuch bring him a bowl of soup or porridge, only to find that the imperial cooks were on leave.
There was nothing for it-he would make it himself. The days off were a little inconvenient, but they had proved remarkably effective.
The rotating leave schedule had been running steadily for two or three months, and government affairs had remained sluggish throughout.
Even though people like Zhao Qi and Xia Zhao still secretly attended court to handle official business, their impact was minimal.
Just like yesterday: the policy had been carried out smoothly, and it had even flushed out a creature worse than pigs and dogs like Zeng Bing. As time went on, more and more people would jump out of the woodwork.
Zi Shou was particularly pleased with that.
Unfortunately, old man Wen would return in another two months. By April or May, the snow would have melted, so going to admire it would no longer be a suitable excuse.
After twenty or thirty minutes over the fire, the broth in the cauldron came to a boil.
Zi Shou had Deng Chanyu join him for hot pot.
Sheep could not only await his royal favor; afterward, they could be eaten, too.
Deng Chanyu gently blew on a slice of meat, then slipped it into Zi Shou's mouth.
As Zi Shou ate, he pondered what he should do next.
For now, his foolishness value seemed fairly stable.
His 213 foolishness value should multiply several times over by the end of the settlement period.
There was no hurry to redeem it, then. He would save up more and see whether he could exchange it for something better.