Zi Yue didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Is there really a particular way to do this?"
Xia Ruqing tilted her head back, righteous and confident.
"Of course there is!"
"If I wanted something ready-made, why would I go to all this trouble?"
"Wouldn't it be more convenient to just go to the Imperial Kitchen and get a meal?"
Zi Yue thought about it and agreed.
She suddenly understood.
"Mistress, you just... can't sit still, can you?"
