Ren Baqian looked at him with his head tilted.
What's up with your expression?
You seem like you are being forced to eat shit.
"Up to you," Ren Baqian spread his arms and said.
"Brother Ren, regarding the dishes for Her Majesty's celebratory banquet…" Caretaker called him again, and this time, it was more straightforward. It seemed like the hurdle between them was gone.
"Prepare two sets, one normal and the other set by underhand methods. When the time comes, we will see if the guests fulfill Her Majesty's wishes. If she is happy, we shall not torment them. If she is unhappy, they can forget about having a good meal," Ren Baqian said.
Upon hearing what Ren Baqian said, everyone in the imperial kitchen laughed.
"How are the people arranged during the banquet? How many people to one table? How many dishes will there be?" Ren Baqian asked again.
