How is the Taichang Holy Institute? They can only consu such street-stall goods from De Yue Building.
Pride Corpse inexplicably felt delighted, previously irked by Xin Lin incessantly watching Monk Fengxi, and just wanting to seize her and take her back imdiately.
Emperor Longteng took a bite of the green bean cake, frowning slightly.
Not enough green beans, too much flour, overly sweet, the texture was not good.
He then took a sip of lotus root powder.
This lotus... Emperor Longteng’s tongue, after all, has tasted countless delicacies from the Imperial Chef.
This was not the Ice Pond Lotus at all, but the most common river lotus.
"How outrageous! It turns out that Empress Mother wasn’t slandering De Yue Building. This pack of dog servants, relying on their reputation, have started such outrageous acts of deception."
Emperor Longteng said displeasedly, on the verge of erupting.
Monk Fengxi was even more straightforward, not bothering to taste, only observing the color and sll, without touching his spoon.
He further regarded the Phoebe Wood Sign, musing aloud.
"There is no need for Your Majesty to be angry. De Yue Building is a century-old establishnt. If their pastries are not up to par, just replace them with soone else for the upcoming birthday banquet preparations," Monk Fengxi suggested.
Upon hearing this, Emperor Longteng also pondered for a mont.
The birthday banquet is, after all, Empress Feng’s responsibility, and she has always held De Yue Building in high regard. Everything has already been prepared properly for the banquet, so replacing De Yue Building at this ti would indeed be inappropriate.
However, replacing just the pastries might be feasible.
"For the matter of the pastries, let Concubine Shi handle it. The pastries and sweet soup she presented to Empress Mother this morning were quite delicious," Emperor Longteng thought.
He considered letting Concubine Shi help out, taking so load off Empress Feng, so she would not be overburdened. However, given Empress Feng’s character, she might not be pleased.
Emperor Longteng did not wish to damage their marital harmony over such a trifle.
"Tsck, the monk is dragging his feet. It would be better if Emperor Dad got angry, the bigger the anger, the better."
Xin Lin watched on the side, feeling excited and yet regretful.
Gui Hu was quite interested, scrutinizing Xin Lin’s face, which alternately shone with excitent and puckered with regret.
His claw was feeling a bit itchy, really wanting to pinch a handful.
Alas, Xin Lin’s body wasn’t here.
Gui Hu felt sowhat regretful.
He listened to Xin Lin muttering.
His ghost claw opened, the claw tips gleaming coldly and twitched.
From that Phoebe Wood Sign, a wisp of black qi emanated from the "德" character in "De Yue Building."
With a "crack" sound,
The short leg of the stool Emperor Longteng was sitting on split abruptly.
Emperor Longteng’s behind plumted down sharply.
"Be careful."
Monk Fengxi swiftly supported Emperor Longteng.
Under his bamboo hat, his usually calm gaze quickly swept around but noticed nothing.
The patrons around, due to this disturbance, looked over more or less.
Under the public gaze, Emperor Longteng’s face darkened.
He looked at the broken stool beneath him that had now split into several pieces.
The fury that was initially cald by Monk Fengxi abruptly flared up again.
"Summon Chen He!"
Emperor Longteng shouted furiously.
Monk Fengxi wanted to stop him, but it was already too late.
"What’s the aning of this? You brat have broken our building’s stool and still have the nerve to shout. Daring to call Master Chen by na, who do you think you are? Now I see clear, you’re just here to cause trouble," the waiter said with a brazen face.
"Who’s shouting over there? Didn’t you see that there are honored guests present?"
Just then, several guests descended from upstairs, and Master Chen, whom Emperor Longteng sought, also ca down with a smile on his face.
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