Shen Jing's emotions had not recovered yet. She instructed the cook to prepare more nutritious meals, and as she spoke, her thoughts wandered.
"Madam, what's wrong? You don't look too good. Are you sick?" The cook asked worriedly.
Shen Jing patted her face and forced a smile. "It's nothing. Do you remember what I told you just now?"
The cook repeated, "The dishes have to be nutritious. They can't be too greasy. Moreover, the taste has to be delicious. It has to be in line with the preferences of those who are young."
Shen Jing nodded slightly. "Alright, you sit first. I'll tell you if I think of anything."
"Yes, Madam." The cook noted them down one by one.
