Zhao Junyao returned to Zhaochen Palace. The time for the evening meal had already passed, so Li Shengan asked cautiously, "Emperor, you... haven't had your evening meal yet!"
Zhao Junyao glanced at him and, without losing his temper, said indifferently, "Serve the meal!"
Li Shengan felt a surge of joy inside. He responded with an affirmative and headed to the Small Imperial Kitchen.
As soon as he entered, several Little Eunuchs crowded around, calling out, "Grandpa Li!"
Li Shengan was annoyed. "Scram, you little monkeys!"
He shooed away a few, but then more came. The Little Eunuchs kept approaching, all grinning and jesting.
"Grandpa Li, we've passed the mealtime now. What does the Emperor want to eat?"
"Grandpa Li, it's so cold today. Why not just suggest a hot pot? Something warm to drink would be nice!"
Li Shengan glared at them. "Go on, get! Since when do you get to decide what the Emperor eats?"
The Little Eunuchs chuckled and scattered.
