"Not much meat," Ye Zao said lacking confidence.
The Fourth Master shook his head, "Alright, watch your diet in the future."
"Stingy. In the prosperous and peaceful era of Great Qing, you won't even let me eat walnuts, some favorite consort you are," Ye Zao mumbled.
Hongxin, being a little further away, couldn't hear clearly, but the Fourth Master heard it all.
So is a favorite consort just supposed to eat walnuts?
Alright, even the Fourth Master was baffled.
Dinner was shared by the Fourth Master, Ye Zao, and Hongxin.
The Eighth Prince was still young and not yet able to sit at the table.
The Fourth Master gave Ye Zao some fish with his chopsticks, "This fish is fresh and tender, you love it, have some more."
Hongxin ate quietly, occasionally noticing his Imperial Father serving his Mother with fish, vegetables, and spicy diced chicken she loved.
Tsk, looking at it this way, Mother's favorite foods... are quite a lot.
After dinner, Hongxin sensibly asked to leave.
