Under everyone's watchful eyes, Emperor Wu Su took the first bite.
The Empress Dowager had no confidence in Ji Qingwu's cooking.
Every meal in the palace was a meticulously prepared delicacy. This was the first time such a rustic hotchpotch had been placed directly before the Emperor.
Ji Qingwu fixed her gaze on Emperor Wu Su's face, not daring to blink.
Although she wasn't very confident in her culinary skills, she still longed to hear a word of praise from him.
But after waiting for what felt like an eternity, she hadn't heard him say a single word.
Standing behind the Emperor, Li Yuzong noticed that while the Holy Emperor hadn't said a word, he was now taking several more bites. He lowered his head and exchanged a glance with Fanghua.
'No matter what she does, the Holy Emperor loves it.'
