Liao Li, in high spirits, brought the roast meat over to the emperor's side.
"Taste it! The flavor is indeed pretty good!"
The emperor looked at him, remained silent, and set aside the roast meat that he had handed over.
Liao Li coughed lightly, "Won't you taste it? The flavor is really quite good."
The emperor glanced at the tender and colorful roast meat; its tantalizing aroma wafted before his nose, making one's mouth water.
"Gurgle..."
The atmosphere became somewhat awkward.
Liao Li laughed heartily, "I knew you'd be tempted, I brought this especially for you."
The emperor couldn't quite express his feelings, but he did not hesitate any longer, prepared to stuff the roast meat into his mouth.
However, a second before he was about to bite down, he remembered something. With a serious expression, he removed a silver hairpin from his hair and pierced it into the roast meat.
