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Chapter 89 Concubine Qi is a foodie

As soon as you enter the room, the sour, spicy and fragrant smell fills the air. Qi Yuer and Xi Jiaorong are sitting at the table, eating and laughing.

Qi Yuer's chopsticks never stopped picking up food. Zhu Bifeng couldn't help but feel curious. She had a big appetite, but she didn't get fat at all even though she ate so much.

When Xi Jiaorong saw the emperor, she ran over happily to greet him.

Qi Yuer quickly put down her bowl and came over to greet them.

It's not too early or too late. Coming at this time would disturb her meal. The emperor is really tactless.

Did Qi Yuer secretly glance at the fried crispy pork on the table? The crispy pork just out of the pan tastes good when eaten now, otherwise it will not taste good when it gets cold.

"No need to be so polite, Concubine Qi. You can eat first. I will talk to Concubine Xi."

Concubine Xi led the emperor to the piano room and said, "I have composed a new piece of music. Please enjoy it, Your Majesty."

Xi Jiaorong played and sang, her voice clear and melodious.

Qi Yuer devoured the food on the table in no time. The sweet and sour pork was delicious, the pickled fish was delicious, and the crispy pork was also delicious.

Concubine Xi’s cooking skills are really good, and she decided to interact more with Concubine Xi in the future.

The two palace maids beside Xi Jiaorong widened their eyes. Concubine Qi was such a glutton! A table full of food was enough for three people, but she ate it all by herself, even finishing up the side dishes.

Qi Yuer raised the bowl and said, "Another bowl of soup."

The maid went to add more soup for her, and she picked up the tea and took another sip.

The fish cooked by Concubine Xi was sour, spicy, fresh and fragrant, leaving a long aftertaste. It also came with side dishes such as tripe, bok choy, and bean curd. Qi Yuer ate them all in accordance with the principle of not wasting anything.

The palace maid brought a bowl of soup, and Qi Yuer drank it up in two or three gulps.

"Thank you for your hospitality. I'll come again next time. See you later."