“Qi Xian, baby, as long as you remain so handsome, you don’t need to learn how to cook. I can do it for you in the future!”


  Because of Qi Xian’s appearance, in a flash, everyone forgot Ye Sui’s strange move just now.

  By the time the royal meal was served in the evening, Ye Sui had already gotten enough ingredients to stir-fry a table of dishes. Qi Xian, even if he had more ingredients, could only make a tomato scrambled egg.

  Gao Yue, Wen Xiang, and Song Bai, who had honed their basic cooking skills, after making two dishes, glanced at Ye Sui as she busied herself with the soup in the pan and continued to cook and stir-fry.

  Several of them saw what they had made and were a bit overwhelmed.

  When the emperor arrived, a table was already prepared in front of Ye Sui. A eunuch placed each guest’s dishes into a small plate and handed them to the emperor sitting over there.

  The emperor’s beard had been stuck in the morning and was about to fall off after so long. While eating, he held it by his hand: “Who made this dish?”