Su Luo's smile deepened, her sharp gaze falling on Guo Chun's face, she asked, "I assume little Guo sister recognizes this candied fruit!"
Guo Chun tried to smile awkwardly, but the smile couldn't be formed at her mouth corners, her voice trembling severely: "Of course I recognize it, isn't this the recipe you took from me, then made and offered to Your Majesty?"
"Has, has Your Majesty not finished eating yet?"
The last time the candied fruit was given was five days ago.
According to Wei Shu's habit in using medicine, this plate of candied fruit should have been finished by now.
Su Luo nodded: "It's good that you recognize it. I thought you would deny it!"
As she spoke, she clapped her hands again.
Soon, a Palace Maid came carrying a food box.
Plate after plate of candied fruit was taken out.
There were a total of four plates on the table.
Guo Chun had made ten plates of candied fruit, five of which had gone to Wei Shu, the remaining five were eaten by Guo Yin.
