The man used a fan to cover his face, making it impossible to see his appearance.
The Imperial Kitchen quieted down.
The snoring grew louder.
Eunuch Fu instantly felt a headache.
When told not to select someone, she insists on choosing that person.
"That's the Imperial Chef Li, who specializes in making pastries for the Emperor," Eunuch Fu said, rubbing his forehead.
"...."
"The young lady has a good eye for selection," Xingxing said happily.
"...."
What good does that do?
This is someone the Emperor favors.
Eunuch Fu quickly added, "The Emperor loves the pastries made by Imperial Chef Li. Eldest Young Madam, please choose another chef."
Su Jin looked at Eunuch Fu and said, "In such a noisy environment, an imperial chef who can still fall asleep and snore - Eunuch Fu, doesn't it remind you of the style of my Qingyun Mountain?"
Eunuch Fu, "...."
It's more than just the style.
The bad temper was carved out of the same mold as Qingyun Mountain.
