After Bai Zhi'er went to Xinyu Palace, Su Yinling had already started serving the dishes.
The table was filled with a dazzling array of dishes, which seemed more like home-cooked meals compared to the skills of the Imperial Chef.
Su Yinling wiped her hands on her apron and smiled at Bai Zhi'er: "Zhi'er, go play with Grandpa Su first, Aunt Yinling will come over after frying an egg."
Bai Zhi'er nodded obediently: "Okay."
Grandpa Su, leaning on a cane, wobbled over and handed Bai Zhi'er a small peach.
"Your Highness, eat this, it's crisp and sweet."
Faced with the elderly man, Bai Zhi'er was even more adorable and sensible: "Grandpa Su, just call me Zhi'er, my dad said you saved my grandpa, so there's no need to be so formal."
Grandpa Su smiled broadly at her words: "Alright, alright, Zhi'er is really so sensible."
He slowly sat down, supporting himself with a nearby chair.
Bai Zhi'er's long eyelashes fluttered.
