Xie Zhixing is a true native of the Capital City, living right within the first ring, as local as one can be. Yet, he is distanced by a palace wall, and only the noblest of foods are presented to the Emperor. Street food, which cannot be served at an official banquet, is not brought unless the Emperor himself requests it.
When he said he had never tasted it, Yun Jiao gave him a sidelong glance and said, "Even when you were a Prince, you never strolled through the streets? How unrelatable!"
"A gentleman does not stand beneath a precarious wall."
His path in life had no turning back; he had to be responsible for the people.
Xie Zhixing paused for a moment, "But, if you want me to taste it, I'm willing."
Yun Jiao thought through all the names in her family tree before swallowing the words, "Eat if you like, if not, get lost," back into her stomach.
The Emperor is a man of taste; she must accommodate him a little.
Yun Jiao said, "Alright, next time I'll make it for you."
