When they had meals at home before, the first bowl of soup was always for the master of the house, which was generally so because they were the ones who made dinner and the act was a way of showing appreciation for their hard work.
But now, inexplicably, Gu Jiao felt that if she were to give this bowl of soup to the old man, it might mean the end of him.
The old master also trembled at the thought, fearing that if she were to serve him the soup, his status as the head of the family would never recover. He'd end up on the emperor's chopping board, turned into a meaty soup!
Gu Jiao put down her soup spoon and slightly shifted the soup toward her great grandmother.
The emperor's eyes were as sharp as knives!
Gu Jiao paused for a moment and then tilted the bowl slightly back towards the emperor.
Her great grandmother's eyes were equally piercing!