Chi Shuyan narrowed her eyes. "Your Grandpa Li is an imperial chef?"
The little ghost on the side, who was the prince's reading companion, hurriedly nodded, and even the way he addressed her changed. "Sister, Grandpa Li is an imperial chef. The food he cooks is especially delicious."
The young attendant was afraid that Chi Shuyan didn't know how good they were, so he counted on his fingers the kind of dishes that Grandpa Li could cook. However, his memory wasn't good, so he could only mention a few. He was so anxious that he wanted to scratch his face, and he quickly had his little prince on the side help him. What a pity, the little prince gritted his teeth and snorted deliberately, refusing to say a word.
Chi Shuyan couldn't help finding the little guy in front of her, who was pretending to be aloof and disdainful, adorable, but she deliberately said, "It doesn't sound like there's anything good to eat. Why don't I deal with all of you first?"
