In the Langjun Imperial Palace, Yi Niaoniao was greeted by Granny Xiuyan, who smiled until the corners of her eyes crinkled.
"Miss Yu, please take a seat. I'll get someone to serve you some tea and snacks."
Yu Niaoniao placed the heavy food box on the table and said crisply.
"This is mutton soup with round cardamon fruit. The cardamon is warm, moist, and aerated, while the white pepper and ginger are spicy and temperate. The mutton was tender, nourishing the stomach and dispersing the cold.
This soup is especially suitable for people with weak spleen and stomach, just like the symptoms of Duke Lang. Granny, why don't you give it to His Highness to taste?"
Granny Xiu Yan was very surprised. It had only been a night, but Yu Qianqian had already figured out a medicinal cuisine suitable for Duke Lang.
Presumably, Yu Niaoniao had been thinking about nourishing Prince Lang's spleen and stomach since she returned home.
