After returning to the inn, Luo Cheng wrote a letter and asked his subordinate to take it to the Third Prince in the capital.
When Li Xiaoran washed up, Luo Cheng had already calmed down.
At this moment, Luo Cheng suddenly made a decision.
"Li Xiaoran, tell me what the culinary competition you mentioned is like!"
Seeing that Luo Cheng was interested, Li Xiaoran walked over.
"Come, husband, help me dry my hair. As you help me dry it, I'll tell you about this culinary competition!"
Luo Cheng took the long towel and handed it to Li Xiaoran to dry her hair.
"Actually, although it's a culinary competition, it's not that simple. We don't have to spend too much money. We just need to attract investors, and then we can use the culinary competition to expand the economy of our fief. Other than the cooking competition, we can think of many other activities, such as long-distance running, short-distance running, and various competitions!"
