Tong Sanlang glanced at her upon hearing her words and disagreed, "Isn't that an exaggeration?"
"How is it an exaggeration? Haven't you seen that the royal family can't go without the things I make these days? Before it was Steamed Buns, Mantous, and pancakes, and now they've even added noodles and desserts to the list." Qiao Xiaomai was very confident in her speculation.
The items Yang Wenxiao specifically requested kept increasing. She had made almost everything transportable, delivering them every two days, with at least three horse-drawn carriages each time.
He couldn't possibly eat all of it by himself; he must be sharing it with Yang Hao and Emperor Yongan among others.
The quantity determines the degree of fondness. If they didn't like it, would they eat that much?
Now that they are tired of takeouts and want to have something fresh out of the pot, that is very normal, right?