Having spent so much time together, An Jing and Ruohui, who were both young, had become quite familiar with each other and could speak freely, even casually joking, "You know, Ruohui, I heard that offspring at the Imperial Court of Da Chen can't even decide what they eat every day. If they want something tasty, they have to cook it themselves. Is that true?"
"You've definitely been reading too many of those folktales, messing up your brain with them."
Ruohui, used to the random rumors An Jing heard from who knows where, countered with his own opinion, "Cooking soup can be a method to train one's control over their Inner Breath, preparing porridge is also about timing and patience, and chopping ingredients tests mastery over tools and the quality of ingredients. Each is the foundation of Martial Skills."
"As for eating? The Kitchen God in the Imperial Court is a true Pure Yang Heavenly Lord controlling the way of life and death. Even my father must address him as teacher!"
