After King Chen drank the chrysanthemum and water snake soup, he couldn't recover for a long time. The soup entered his throat and he felt a clear spring water. Gradually, the soup became sweet and the fragrance was not strong. This faint fragrance went straight to his stomach and was extremely warm.
"Not bad, you are indeed the God of Food, Ji Yunshu. This soup is the best in the world!"
"Prince Miao Zan."
Ji Yunji was still without sadness or joy, and no joy could be seen on his face. He was already used to being praised by others, so he was already used to being praised by King Chen.
This soup had merged with his many years of cooking skills, so it was impossible for it to not be delicious.
"Your Royal Highness, how do you like the taste of this Crab Yellow Glass Scroll?"