Heh—
The vibrating sound of a hard straw sucking in air echoed through the splendid dining hall of the Imperial Palace.
Yang Ming let out a low sigh, sat in his chair, and patted his insatiable belly, savoring the delicious flavors he had just experienced.
The delights of the Imperial Palace were like that, a bit odd at first bite, but once you got used to the taste, the taste buds could appreciate the complex, multidimensional, layered flavors.
As expected of a feudal Empire from the era of Interstellar voyages, the standard of dining was truly out of this world—topped with a steamer basket.
Yang Ming looked up at the two esteemed individuals sitting across the long table.
"Are you both not hungry?" he chuckled, suppressing a burp.
The Second Prince's face darkened.
Fourth Princess Emilia huffed, "Brother, you shouldn't have invited this rude fellow. He didn't even say thank you."
"Thank you, Second Prince, for your hospitality," Yang Ming blinked.
