"One son is not enough, I must be accompanied by eighteen!"
At noon.
The Imperial Kitchen delivered seafood porridge and spring cakes, made especially soft, which Old Deer ate with much delight.
"Little Easy, you actually still remember my favorite."
"Our household trusts you the most, let alone a few bites of food, even dragon meat from the heavens I would find for you!"
Zhou Yi didn't lie this time, the Nine Clans were nothing in his eyes, only the words of Old Deer could he partly take to heart.
Old Deer paused slightly, suddenly feeling the spring cakes lost their flavor.
"This Bao Jixiang is getting old, the seafood porridge actually had less seasoning!"
Zhou Yi asked, "Which kind?"
"Sichuan pepper!"
"Hmm?"
Zhou Yi frowned slightly, Sichuan pepper in the seafood porridge would surely affect its savory taste.
...
At dusk.
Grass grew wildly in the Cold Palace, and tree shadows were dense.
