The servant nodded as if it was a matter of course: "That's right, it's the young master's order."
Ye Anqi raised her eyebrows and smiled: "Well, I'm not his servant, so you guys do it."
"But the young master specifically asked for you."
"So just because he specifies, I have to do it?" Ye Anqi ignored them, picked up a few skewers of beef, some eggplants and corn, expertly brushed them with seasoning, and placed them on the grill.
"The young master doesn't like corn," the servant reminded her, "and he's not very fond of eggplants either."
"This is for me; I'm not grilling for him."
"The young master likes all kinds of meat, fewer vegetables, broccoli and Emperor vegetable are his favorites."
"Emperor vegetable?"
"A kind of tribute that was exclusively offered to the Emperor in ancient times, also known as pearl vegetable or sweet herb, and of course, some people call it horn vegetable."
Ye Anqi was a bit flustered, "What on earth is this vegetable?"
