Just like during lunch, Fu Wen stood beside Mo Ting and helped him pick up food with his chopsticks. He had no intention of sitting down to eat.
The dishes for dinner were a little lighter than the ones for lunch, so Mo Ting became much more obedient. He obediently hugged his bowl of porridge and ate it bit by bit, he had no intention of coveting Su Yuan's cooking.
Su Yuan kept looking at Fu Wen. No matter how she looked at him, she felt that he was like an eunuch who served the Emperor in ancient times.
The Emperor was dressed in a dragon robe, his face serious. He did not say what he wanted to eat, leaving it to the eunuch to guess. If he guessed right, there would be no praise. But if he guessed wrong and made the Emperor unhappy, he might be directly sentenced to death!
