In fact, although Yun Qiao often ate the royal cuisine, she had never cooked it herself.
To be honest, she didn’t know whether it was delicious or not.
Moreover, he came back earlier than expected. Before she had a taste, she hurriedly put some salt into the pot and carried it out.
She wondered if the meat was old enough to be chewed on?
She couldn’t help but ask, “Is... is it edible?”
Gong Sheng took a sip of the soup and took a bite of the abalone. He nodded and said, “It’s Delicious.”
As he spoke, he continued to drink the entire pot of soup.
Yun Qiao’s lips finally broke into a smile. “Really? Then eat more. I’ll make more Soup for you in the future.”
The corners of Gong Sheng’s lips moved slightly. His long eyelashes fluttered as he said gently, “Cooking is very tiring. Just let the servants do these things in the future.”