Feng Wu looked at Granny Gong. "Granny Gong, please tell me how many people there are in the residence."
Granny Gong looked at Feng Wu sympathetically. "In total? 3,000."
Feng Wu drew in her breath. "That many?"
Granny Gong smiled wryly. "That's already fewer than before. A lot more people used to work here, but His Royal Highness didn't like all the noise, so he let a lot of them go. Miss Wu, as you know, His Royal Highness is the heir to the throne and our future emperor. There are bound to be a lot of servants here."
Feng Wu rubbed her forehead. She had just disrespected the future emperor; she should count herself very lucky to still be alive.
She had to cook for 3,000 people now.
"There are requirements for the meals here, right?" Feng Wu asked.
Granny Gong gave her a sympathetic look. "Yes. His Royal Highness's dinner consists of thirty dishes, and dinner for the stewards consists of ten, and after that…"
