She noticed that her daughter had quite the discerning eye; Wang Fugui's slightly plump face appeared very amiable.
"Thank you, Imperial Consort," Wang Fugui said gracefully as he gave his thanks, "So this is actually dragon liver? I had no idea it could be eaten... and that it could be so delicious. But if we eat dragons like this, won't the Dragon Clan have objections?"
"Fugui, that's where you're wrong," said Wu Zhiyu, seated at a lower position. "This world operates on the law of the jungle. If we, the Human Race, are weak, then we become food for all kinds of Fierce Beasts. Conversely, if our Human Race is strong, then these Fierce Beasts are nothing more than meals on our plates."
