Huang Ying hesitated: "If there's any problem with the food, it would be troublesome."
"I don't mind the trouble."
"You know what I mean." Huang Ying said petulantly.
"Ah, how can I disobey the emperor's Imperial Edict?"
"Why not let Chunlai make a few dishes to send over."
"Huang Ying, you're being silly. Whether I cook it myself, Chunlai cooks it, or someone else does, as long as it's sent from our East Palace, it's as if I made it. There's no difference."
"It's me who's being silly." Huang Ying whispered, "Do you have any ideas?"
"Of course, I will behave properly and follow the orders of His Majesty the Emperor."
Jiang Ning rolled up her sleeves and smiled, "It's been a while since I've cooked myself. The weather is a bit hot and dry these days, so I'll make more and we can eat together."
