In the main hall, servants brought out the food. Dean Chen and Sang Qi were already seated. Throughout the short morning, the Dean's face had grown steadily darker.
'He really couldn't understand how the dignified Crown Prince could be so preoccupied with food.'
They had barely covered a few pages of the state classics, and he had already eaten more than half a plate of pastries and drunk two cups of milk tea.
'And now he was staring at a table full of dishes. It looked like…'
"Crown Prince, can you possibly eat more?" Dean Chen couldn't help but ask.
"I can manage." Although Sang Qi wasn't very hungry, the food before him was tantalizingly aromatic, and many of the novel dishes were things he had never seen before.
'The pastries were delicious, so wouldn't the main dishes be even better?'
