Hearing Yu Jingchen ask her a question, Nan Zhiyun gradually relaxed.

"It's delicious." Nan Zhiyun was led upstairs by Yu Jingchen.

Yu Jingchen didn't pay much attention to that. After sitting down, he pulled Nan Zhiyun to sit on his lap.

"What delicious food is it? Did Xiaoyun share her precious grapes with me?" Yu Jingchen joked.

Ever since he saw how much Nan Zhiyun liked those grapes, Yu Jingchen has sent almost all the grapes that were offered as tribute to He'an Palace.

"No, I made it myself." Nan Zhiyun said with a hint of pride when she mentioned that she made it herself.

"Really? Our Yun'er can cook by herself?" Yu Jingchen was genuinely surprised this time. He remembered that Nan Zhiyun couldn't cook. Yu Jingchen opened the lunchbox and found a plate of pastries.

"Horseshoe cake, I learned how to make it." Nan Zhiyun brought the cake over and held it up in front of Yu Jingchen: "Your Majesty, would you like to try some?"

Yu Jingchen picked up a piece: "It looks pretty good." Without even hesitating, Yu Jingchen put it in his mouth.

Nan Zhiyun asked expectantly, "Your Majesty, is it delicious? This is my first time making it."

Yu Jingchen hadn't swallowed anything yet, but judging from his expression, he seemed fine.

"Delicious, Yun'er is great." Yu Jingchen didn't seem to be forcing it.

Nan Zhiyun was also very happy to hear Yu Jingchen's words, because this was the first time she had entered the kitchen to make these things, so she was satisfied to receive praise.

"I'll have a taste too," Nan Zhiyun said, taking a piece for herself. Yu Jingchen didn't stop her, as he hadn't even finished his own piece.

Nan Zhiyun didn't notice anything wrong when she first ate it, but... her expression quickly changed... she couldn't chew it.

Nan Zhiyun looked at Yu Jingchen, her mouth still full, unsure how to speak. Yu Jingchen chuckled; at least he had swallowed it.

"Yun'er's cooking is pretty good, she even stuck her mouth together, huh?" Yu Jingchen was still in the mood to joke.

"Your Majesty..." Nan Zhiyun felt awkward speaking.

"Alright, spit it out." Yu Jingchen held out his hand. Nan Zhiyun stared blankly at the hand in front of her. Spit it onto her hand? How could she dare?

"Sweetie, if you can't eat it, just spit it out, okay?" Yu Jingchen saw Nan Zhiyun's concerns, and after hesitating for a while, Nan Zhiyun still spit out what she had eaten.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty." Nan Zhiyun felt a little guilty, since Yu Jingchen had just finished eating all of it.

"What's wrong with that? I think it's great. Yun'er did a very good job for her first time doing this," Yu Jingchen said with a smile, trying to comfort her.

The palace maids cleaned up what Nan Zhiyun had vomited and gave her a handkerchief, which Nan Zhiyun took and used to wipe Yu Jingchen's throat.

"I will do a better job next time, and then send it to Your Majesty to eat, okay?" Nan Zhiyun said.

"Yun'er, you don't need to work so hard, it's alright. The kitchen is a bit dangerous, what if you get hurt?" Yu Jingchen felt that Nan Zhiyun might not be suited for the kitchen...

"Hmm..." Nan Zhiyun agreed, though it was unclear whether she took it to heart.

"Did you come here today just to deliver food?" Yu Jingchen asked her.

"Yes, but I didn't do a good job." Nan Zhiyun was still a little disappointed, and Yu Jingchen felt a lump in his throat.