Xiao Ning'Er spoke of expressing regret, yet the expression on her face lacked sincerity.
Xie Pan'Er was astute and naturally saw through this, but with the Emperor present, it had nothing to do with her at all.
However, it was the Emperor who looked at Xie Pan'Er's heavily injured hands and smiled with a corner of his mouth.
"Not bad! First time cooking, your hands are full of wounds, yet the dishes are perfectly colored, fragrant, and delicious."
As soon as the Emperor spoke, Xiao Ning'Er's face changed, stammering: "Per…perhaps Ning'Er has a talent for cooking!"
"Oh! You really have such talent! In that case, from now on, I'll come here to eat every day, and you'll cook personally!"
"Ah!"
Hearing this, Xiao Ning'Er was completely stunned. She originally planned to jolt the Emperor's favor to leave the Palace. If she couldn't leave, bonding with her cousin, the Emperor, would do fine!
But why did the conversation suddenly change?
"What?
Are you unwilling?"
