"Chefs, huh..." he thought, secretly swallowing saliva behind the polished veneer of his graceful exterior, which he had worn since he set foot in this emperor's quarters of his.
Yi Jie's and Jiang Chen's faces popped into his mind, followed not long after by Shi Hai's. If there was one thing he missed about his time at the Deer Mountain Range, it was Shi Hai's cooking, which was worthy of a chef from the Cooking Kingdom, the White Baobab Kingdom.
Maybe we should go there to celebrate when Yi Jie and the others come out of seclusion, Yang Qing thought, the idea sparking a feverish excitement within him.
He didn't like sharing food, but as with all things in life, there were always exceptions. For him, festivities were one of the few occasions where he didn't quite mind sharing and contributing good food. It was one of the rarer times when he didn't feel his heart leap into his mouth every time someone added an extra dumpling or braised rib to their plate.
