Imperial Kitchen
This time, it was Zi Yue who came to fetch the meal.
He Changshou, the Chief Steward of the Imperial Kitchen, greeted her with a bent back and a face full of smiles.
"Sister Zi Yue, how come it's you fetching the meal today?"
Zi Yue was startled and took two steps back.
"Oh, Steward He, please don't do that, you scared me!"
He Changshou bowed repeatedly.
"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare!"
"Please, Sister Zi Yue, have a seat!"
He personally ushered Zi Yue inside and wiped the seat with his sleeve for her to sit down.
He then asked solicitously, "What would Xia Jieyu like to eat today?"
Zi Yue was made extremely uncomfortable by the attention. She wanted to rise, but felt she couldn't, so she could only say, "Our mistress has been suffering from internal heat recently; she can only have some light food!"
Saying this, she listed several dishes from the menu.
Then she added, "And add a Silkie Chicken Soup! Make sure it's cooked until it's very soft!"
