Qi Jingyu was scolded by the Imperial Uncle, feeling quite displeased, but he couldn't refute. As the reigning Emperor, a figure of ultimate prestige, he never needed to cook for himself in the Imperial Palace.
All he'd had to do was give an order, and the Imperial Kitchen would prepare all kinds of delicacies for his enjoyment — exotic dishes, fine wines — he'd long gotten used to being waited on. So perhaps his lack of common sense could be understood?
Yet the Imperial Uncle looked at him as if he were a fool.
After a while, the Imperial Uncle returned with a yellow sheep, carrying it on his shoulder despite its apparent weight. Surprisingly, they managed to find such a robust yellow sheep here; Qi Jingyu's stomach rumbled uncontrollably.
