Come to think of it, it made sense. Even servants preferred straightforward masters; they were much easier to serve! Definitely much better than those who were indecisive and picky.
Two cold dishes were served in the time it took to exchange a few words.
Xia Ruqing couldn't hold back any longer. She could smell the aroma from far away.
But the Emperor was there. She couldn't eat; she had to wait on him!
So, as Xia Ruqing arranged dishes for Zhao Junyao, she felt so wronged! They promised me delicious food! Why won't they let me sit down and eat? Hurry up and let me sit down to eat!
Zhao Junyao, watching her twisted expression of grievance, really wanted to laugh. But he restrained himself, his expression remaining serious.
He elegantly picked up a mouthful of crispy wood ear mushrooms with his chopsticks, placed it on his rice, but didn't eat it. Instead, he took a spoonful of pheasant soup and drank it, squinting his eyes, his expression one of pure bliss.
