Nan Feng saw the Prince eating well, and let out a sigh of relief. The Prince seemed to be crazed all afternoon, venting in the bamboo grove for half a day, leaving him baffled about what was going on. Now, he seemed much better.
Feng Qing didn't concern himself with what others thought in the hall, only focusing on enjoying the delicious food.
The dishes cooked in the small kitchen of the Regent Prince Mansion's front yard were truly several grades superior to those from the main kitchen.
The taste, the texture—they were truly exquisite, surely cooked by a master chef; whereas the main kitchen's food was just made by ordinary cooks.
As Feng Qing happily ate, he noticed Rong Ling's face on the opposite side looking much better too. Both were quite satisfied with the meal, and once the table was cleared.
