Emperor Xuan Jing did not get angry. When Concubine Hui saw the emperor picking up his chopsticks, she was quite happy, thinking that she had really guessed the emperor's thoughts and that the food was to his liking.
She gave Xiu Yun a look and asked her to serve the hot and sour crystal powder.
This is the dish that Bai Susu created. I heard that the emperor likes it very much.
Concubine Hui rarely eats spicy food, so she has no interest in the red and greasy food. She really doesn't know what's so good about this dish.
But what can we do if the emperor likes it?
She handed the bowl to Emperor Xuan Jing, looked at him tenderly, and said, "I heard that His Majesty likes this spicy and sour crystal noodle dish, so I asked the kitchen to make it. I wonder if it suits His Majesty's taste."
"I don't like spicy food." Emperor Xuan Jing said coldly, and his deep eyes looked at Concubine Hui, which showed dissatisfaction and a hint of suspicion.
This look was like cold water poured over Concubine Hui's head, making her face turn pale instantly.
She didn't dare to sit down anymore, so she lifted her skirt and knelt on the ground, saying tremblingly, "Your Majesty, please forgive me. I didn't know."
Emperor Xuan Jing's face showed no anger or joy, but in fact he felt indescribably uncomfortable in his heart.
First, Concubine Hui spied on his preferences and cleverly prepared a table of dishes that he didn't like.
Then, Hui Fei's gentle and careful serving appearance reminded him more and more of the palace maid who was whipped thirty times. She had two different faces in front of and behind people, which made people dislike her.
The emperor remained silent for a long time, and Concubine Hui felt uneasy and aggrieved.
She prepared the meals exactly according to Bai Susu's usual routine, so why did the emperor eat happily in Qixiang Palace but was so unhappy when he came to her Zhaoyang Palace?
Is it because of the food, or is it because I don’t like her as a person?
Her face turned from pale to red, and then back to pale again. At this moment, He Jia was brought over by Nanny Sun. She took small steps and walked to Concubine Hui's side. She tilted her head, her big eyes filled with confusion: "Mother, why are you kneeling?"
When Emperor Xuan Jing saw He Jia coming, his expression relaxed. He Jia was not afraid of her father. Seeing that her mother ignored her, she looked up at Emperor Xuan Jing and said in a baby voice, "Why did your father make my mother kneel?"
Her quirky appearance pleased Emperor Xuan Jing. In front of his daughter, even though he had a heart as hard as iron, he became soft as a thread.
Emperor Xuan Jing glanced at Concubine Hui and said, "Stand up."
Concubine Hui thanked him, but after she stood up, she did not dare to pick up food for Emperor Xuan Jing as she did before.
Fortunately, He Jia is very good at livening up the atmosphere. She is also a foodie. Although she had already eaten, she started to eat again when she saw so many dishes on the table.
Nanny Sun was watching from the side and breathed a sigh of relief. She was smart and saw that the atmosphere between her master and the emperor was not right, so she brought He Jia over. He Jia did not disappoint everyone and ate happily, which made Emperor Xuan Jing feel a lot more relieved.
Being able to eat is a blessing, not to mention that He Jiaben is just a child, and everything she does is adorable. At least in the eyes of Emperor Xuan Jing, his daughter is really very cute.
But inexplicably, when he saw He Jia eating with great concentration, the person who came to his mind was Bai Susu. Like Jiaer, she was also unusually focused on food.
Emperor Xuan Jing chuckled and told He Jia to eat slowly and be careful of indigestion.
When he smiled, Concubine Hui felt relieved a lot. This meal could barely be considered a happy one.
After dinner, Emperor Xuan Jing took a look at the handwriting written by He Jia. The child's penmanship was weak, and since she was a girl, there was nothing outstanding about her handwriting.
He Jia was used to being beaten by her mother, and now when she saw her father reading her calligraphy, she became dejected and looked listless.
Concubine Hui brought a cup of tea and smiled: "Your Majesty, what do you think of Jia'er's writing? This is the result of our Jia'er's writing for the whole afternoon."
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