" What's wrong, your majesty? Is my food not to your liking?" I asked the emperor anxiously.
" Your food is mostly delicious, Miss Ying Yue!" The emperor responded.
" If my food is not the reason you're crying, then why are you crying?" I asked him anxiously.
" Your food is not the problem but the taste is". He said.
" The taste! What about it?" I asked.
" The taste reminded me of my wife!" He said lost.
" Your wife? Does she used to prepare fried rice too?" I asked the emperor.
Wait a minute! He said the taste of my cuisine reminded him of his wife. What did he mean by that phrase? I thought to myself pensive.
" You made the fried rice the exact same way she used to make it. Your fried rice has the same flavor as the one my wife used to make. When I taste your fried rice just now, I remembered my wife's cooking, and without realizing it, tears started flowing out of my eyes". The emperor said afflicted.
