Mo Qi was earnestly flattering, and his survival instinct grew stronger.
Su Yingxue had a feeling that not only Chu Yihan but also the old steward and Mo Qi, as well as the chefs in the prince's mansion, might have lost their sense of smell!
The smell emanating from the dishes on the table was unpleasant!
Let alone delicious!
However, Chu Yihan seemed to be enjoying his meal. Su Yingxue rubbed her stomach and felt hungry.
She served herself a bowl of rice and began eating. But when she took her first bite, tears welled up in her eyes.
She suddenly felt sorry for Chu Yihan.
But when she paused, Chu Yihan poured her a glass of water. "Eat slowly," he said gently. His actions were unexpectedly tender, resembling those of an ordinary husband, without a trace of pride or nobility.
