"Mmm!"
Long Rui set down the booklet in his hand, looked up at the soup in Madam Wang's hand, and a rare smile appeared: "Madam Wang is precious and delicate, to personally cook for me is truly a hardship, you have my thanks."
"For the Prince's well-being, no amount of hardship is too great for your consort," Madam Wang said with a captivating smile, as she handed the soup over to Long Rui.
Long Rui took the bowl in his hands and stirred the soup with a spoon, immediately the clear fragrance of chicken mixed with other ingredients drifted through the room. He sniffed gently and couldn't help but blurt out: "Not bad, really fragrant. It is fortunate that I am somewhat hungry."
While speaking, he scooped a small spoonful of soup toward his mouth...
Madam Wang watched eagerly until she saw Long Rui swallow the soup, and only then did she breathe a sigh of relief— the task given to her by The Emperor was finally completed.
