The Young Emperor had a separate kitchen and chefs, located within Yangxin Restaurant, where he prepared his own meals.
Today, at the nightly meal, Yuan Shangyi had little appetite. He barely tasted the food before setting his chopsticks down.
Surrounding servant girls, maids, and eunuchs encircled him, documenting what the Emperor ate and how many bites he took. Despite their cajoling and persuading, he stubbornly left the table.
"The master said, 'Not eating after midday is beneficial for the stomach and intestines.'
The servants sighed silently.
So many people fussing over a little brat, and none could coax him properly.
"Your Majesty!"
A Huangmen entered gleefully, bowed to Yuan Shangyi, and presented a food box in his hands.
"The Princess of Yonghuai sent people with this, saying they slaughtered a pig at the farmstead. They've steamed buns and prepared other food items, inviting Your Majesty to try them."
The Female Historian furrowed her brows.