Si Mingjing thought for a while, it's important to have self-awareness, and said, "I'll just make one medicinal dish, you handle the rest."
Making medicinal dishes was her forte; as for other dishes, they felt like sitting an entrance exam for college — better to forget about it.
Her virtuousness didn't necessarily need to be demonstrated through one dinner.
The chef secretly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling particularly grateful, his face full of a sense of heavy responsibility: "Crown Princess Consort, you can absolutely count on me for dinner, you just focus on the medicinal dish."
Si Mingjing picked up on the chef's hidden disdain in his tone, touched her nose, and quickly slipped away.
She made a phone call to Song Yuan, asking him to investigate Fei Yan's background.
Half an hour later, Fei Yan's information from childhood to adulthood, including her family's background, was sent to Si Mingjing's phone in two versions: one detailed and one summarized.
