Xiaoqing and Lady Nan Feng were both looking at the Emperor.
The Emperor glanced at Lin Zhong, then at the pot of porridge: "Lin Zhong, there is still a serving of porridge in the pot, you should try it. Lady Nan Feng's cooking skills are quite impressive."
Lin Zhong: "..."
Lady Nan Feng didn't want to waste either. She happened to have an extra bowl, originally meant for Xiaoqing but unused. She asked Xiaoqing to pass the bowl to Lin Zhong.
Lin Zhong was inwardly protesting. He knew there was something added to the porridge.
But what that something was, Lin Zhong had no clue.
"Your Majesty, I...I've already eaten, I am full," Lin Zhong said.
"Didn't we just come back from hunting? We came back together, and you were chasing a rabbit for half the day. You surely haven't had dinner yet. Are you implying that the porridge Lady Nan Feng made isn't up to the standard of the imperial chefs?" the Emperor said calmly.
