Unexpectedly, after one bite, she put it down, pouting unhappily, looking as if she was about to cry.
"What's wrong?"
"Emperor, there's no vinegar!"
Zhao Junyao was speechless. "..."
Zi Yue came over, scooped a spoonful of thick vinegar into the bowl, and Xia Ruqing was finally satisfied.
The wonton skins were so thin they turned translucent after cooking, filled with a bit of chicken, tender green onions, and a few shrimp. The soup was a clear chicken broth, with every trace of oil meticulously skimmed off, leaving only pure, delicious flavor. After finishing a bowl of these small wontons, perspiration beaded on Xia Ruqing's nose.
Zhao Junyao, seeing her eat with such relish, asked with a smile, "Do you want more?"
Xia Ruqing waved her hands repeatedly. "If I eat any more, I'll get fat!"
"And if I get fat... the Emperor won't like me anymore!"
