Xiaoqing immediately paid respects to the Emperor, as did Nan Feng: "Greetings, Your Majesty."
The Emperor had gone hunting today, thus he was still wearing his black hunting clothes. The fabric was of superior quality, dotted with embroideries of dragon patterns. Coupled with his usually cold and aloof demeanor, he appeared quite dashing.
The Emperor glanced at the pot of porridge Nan Feng was preparing and asked, "Don't you like the meals provided by the Imperial Dining Hall?"
The Emperor was aware that the cuisine in this world was subpar, but it was an austerity he had requested for.
"It's not that I don't like them, but I grew up in the mountains and I miss the days of cooking meals by the fire. I felt nostalgic so I decided to cook this meal myself."
