Jiang Xian wasn't particular about food; she was happy with the cooking of any chef from the imperial kitchens.
As a result, she never even noticed the kitchen staff's attempts to curry favor by secretly adding extra, high-quality dishes to her meals.
"For the next seven days, have him prepare Chen Cairen's meals," Xie Che ordered. "There's just one thing. Chen Cairen should be eating lighter fare. Base her menu on a patient's diet—and go easy on the meat and fish."
"…"
Such is the swift change from great joy to great sorrow.
Chen Cairen's small, round face went slack with shock. It was only when He Xiang pinched her from behind that she remembered to express her gratitude. Not daring to mention sharing the Emperor's meals again, she departed with an aggrieved expression. But she couldn't leave it at that. Before walking away, she turned back to shoot Jiang Xian a look brimming with silent complaint.
