Four dishes and one soup, simple and straightforward.
The most luxurious dish was the Eight Treasures Duck Soup, accompanied by bamboo shoot strips, vinegar-glazed Chinese cabbage, smashed cucumber, and spicy tofu.
"I'm skilled at these dishes, and it's my first time making this soup, but I think it shouldn't be too bad. Eunuch Dongbao told me the Crown Prince enjoys this?" Feng Ying asked with a smile.
The Crown Prince hummed in agreement and sat down.
For him, such simple fare was rather humble.
But when in Rome, do as the Romans do. Life in this little courtyard should indeed be like this.
He sat down and motioned for Feng Ying to join him.
Feng Ying offered him a bun: "I hear the Crown Prince doesn't favor rice."
"Hm," the Crown Prince acknowledged politely, at least she was observant.
The meal was simple, yet it felt very warm and intimate.
The Crown Prince usually ate only until he was eighty percent full, but today, he ate his fill.
