That voice, when it fell upon one's ears, made one's bones go soft.
Dugu Wu's brows furrowed, his expression gloomy as he charged in with a pair of crutches.
Arriving by the lakeside pavilion, he saw Feng Bailing and Dongfang Mosheng heads close together, with Dongfang Mosheng puffing up his cheeks, blowing vigorously at the charcoal fire.
On that handsome face, there was an expression of helplessness.
A cloud of dust and ash was blown up.
Feng Bailing and Dongfang Mosheng both started coughing violently.
"These two kids have been toiling for a quarter of an hour, Nanny Zhang, go and call for Imperial Chef Chen from the Imperial Kitchen."
The Empress Dowager sat nearby, barely holding back her laughter; she had just finished speaking when she saw Dugu Wu approaching.
The Empress Dowager smiled and stopped Nanny Zhang.
"Stand aside."
