The chef stood at the door, originally planning to wait for the envoy's audience to answer some questions about breakfast, hoping that with some luck, he might receive a reward. But who would have known that the official wouldn't even eat? He truly had no appreciation for good food.
"Envoy, as long as it's porridge made by me, the king can have three bowls!!"
Unable to hold back, the Imperial Chef interjected, both to show off and to prove his worth.
"Shut up!"
Zhao Decheng scolded, "Who allowed you to speak, get out of the way!"
The Imperial Chef shivered and quickly bowed his head, preparing to retreat.
"What did he say?"
Hua Yue Yu asked Gu Qingqiu, who translated for her, and she was shocked.
"Your king eats this in the morning?"
Hua Yue Yu was speechless, knowing that Goryeo was quite poor, but to be this poor was unmatched: "If even the emperor is eating pickled radishes, then how much worse must it be for the poor?"
