"I'm a bit hungry now."
Li Hongyuan reached out to grab the wine pot and poured himself a cup.
"Your Highness really makes yourself at home."
"This is my children's grandparents' house. Why would I feel like an outsider?"
"...Fine, then eat."
"Did you cook all these dishes?" Li Hongyuan glanced at the few dishes on the table.
They certainly looked unique and he had never seen them before.
He suddenly remembered what his concubine mother had said.
Many people, including Emperor Father and Xiaoqian, had praised Jiang Ning's cooking skills, saying that even the Imperial Chef from the Imperial Kitchen couldn't match her taste.
It wasn't just the taste; her methods were entirely different.
Such highly acclaimed culinary skills, and as her husband, he had never tasted them.
From this, it could be seen that Jiang Ning was indeed full of disdain and disgust for him.
