Chun Xiao ordered someone to prepare lunch.
As the imperial kitchen was a little far away, when the food was delivered, it was often almost completely cold. It was better in summer, but in winter, it had to be heated up again. The overheated food did not taste as good as before. Yu Youyao arranged a small kitchen in the Chengqian Palace and usually opened fire in the Chengqian Hall.
The imperial chefs in the imperial kitchen all took turns to work in the Chengqian Palace.
"You've lost a lot of weight. I got someone to prepare some nourishing medicinal cuisine." During this period of time, Yu Youyao had not been in good spirits. She had been angry for a long time and had eaten less than before. The imperial chefs had done their best, but she still saw that she had lost weight.
