Emperor Zhaojing glanced at him, then lowered his head again and continued eating the food in front of him, this time a little faster than before.
The Empress Dowager completely ignored Xie Jingrun; the dishes in front of her were more appealing to her.
She had never eaten such a satisfying dish before. As the fish slices in the bowl dwindled, she suddenly became anxious and glared at her son across from her.
Little did Emperor Zhaojing know that he was so engrossed in eating that he didn't notice anything amiss.
The Empress Dowager was somewhat annoyed with her son, who never gave her any leeway.
The portion was already small, and her son eats so much. Now that her grandson is here, if she's even a little slower, she won't even get a single side dish.
Thinking about it, she focused all her attention on the food.
Seeing the man approaching, Rong Qingqing snapped out of her daze and asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"
Xie Jingrun didn't speak, but glanced at the two people who were engrossed in eating with a gloomy look in his eyes.
The Empress Dowager and the Emperor Emeritus, who were diligently eating, suddenly felt a chill run down their spines, but couldn't help eating even faster.
Rong Qingqing: "..."
Seeing her two elders engrossed in their food, oblivious to everyone else, she finally understood who the Emperor Emeritus inherited his foodie nature from.
It's truly unexpected that the Empress Dowager, despite her advanced age and seemingly strict and harsh demeanor, is actually a hidden foodie.
She ate the very strong-flavored dishes with great relish. Judging from how fast she ate the fish slices, no one would believe that she was already seventy years old.
Just as she was marveling at it, Xie Jingrun pulled her hand and sat down with her.
A clever palace maid had already added bowls and chopsticks when she saw Xie Jingrun enter.
Looking at the nearly empty plate of food on the table, Xie Jingrun picked up his chopsticks, about to grab some meat from the plate, when a pair of chopsticks suddenly reached out and snatched the meat slices he had his eye on first.
Xie Jingrun: "..."
He glanced at Emperor Zhaojing across from him, who was eating with his mouth full of grease. A vein throbbed on his forehead. Suppressing his dissatisfaction, he picked up his chopsticks and turned to another dish.
However, this time was no different; the dish he wanted was taken by someone else first.
The Empress Dowager said with satisfaction, "It's really delicious. Someone, bring me another bowl of rice."
Xie Jingrun's handsome face turned completely dark.
Are these two old guys no longer satisfied with just boiled live fish?
He slammed his chopsticks down on the table to express his dissatisfaction.
However, the Empress Dowager and Emperor Zhaojing seemed not to hear, their faces glowing as they ate the dishes on the table.
Rong Qingqing rubbed her forehead and, seeing that Xie Jingrun looked like he was about to overturn the table at any moment, quickly took a bowl and ladled him a bowl of soup.
Xie Jingrun glanced at it and asked, "Did you make this too?"
He acted as if he wouldn't drink it unless she made it.
Rong Qingqing said somewhat helplessly, "Well, you should drink it quickly."
Xie Jingrun then lowered his head and drank the soup.
Rong Qingqing served herself a bowl of soup. Just as she was about to drink it, she noticed that the two elders, who had been engrossed in their meal, suddenly turned their attention to the old duck soup in her bowl.
She blinked and asked, "Do you want some too?"
Emperor Zhaojing was about to speak when Xie Jingrun interrupted him, "Old duck soup is cold in nature. The two elders are already old, and if they drink it, they might get cramps tonight. I think this fish soup is more suitable for them." As he spoke, before the two could refuse, he reached out and served them fish soup, "Grandmother, Father, please enjoy."
Looking at the fish soup floating with chili oil in the bowl, the Empress Dowager and Emperor Zhaojing were speechless.
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