"Cough, cough, cough."
Li Yuyu started coughing madly.
"Master, are you okay?" Hua Yin was about to cry. She was very close to Li Yuyu, but the explosion happened so quickly that she couldn’t react, leading Li Yuyu to bear the brunt of it.
If anything happened to the master, even death wouldn’t be enough to atone for her crime.
"I’m fine, I’m fine." Li Yuyu waved her hand repeatedly. She glanced at the fan in her hand, curious: "What material is this fan? My dress is ruined, but the fan is unharmed?"
Hua Yin: ???
"Emperor, Emperor, you’d better go to the Imperial Kitchen. Lady Li is not at the Luaxin Pavilion."
Shen Quan had just received the news and rushed to inform Yan Xiu.
Imperial Kitchen?
Yan Xiu was puzzled: "Why is Lady Li at the Imperial Kitchen? Did she eat something unfavorable again?"
In front of many people, he didn’t want to directly ask whether the kitchen had been skimping on Lady Li’s meals again. If these servants acted on their own once more, he wouldn’t hesitate to replace the steward.
"It seems Lady Li wants to personally make chicken soup for the Emperor." Shen Quan’s smile appeared somewhat forced.
Yan Xiu couldn’t help but curl his lips, then raised his hand to cover his lips with a fist to conceal his delight with a cough: "What kind of expression is that."
"Emperor, once you go see her, you will understand."
Shen Quan hadn’t witnessed himself and didn’t clearly understand what "Lady Li almost blew up the kitchen" meant.
Saying things about Lady Li recklessly in front of the Emperor — that would be disregarding one’s own neck!
"No, return to Yangxin Hall."
Yan Xiu spoke, walking back with his hands behind his back.
Shen Quan was stunned for a moment, quickly catching up, and hurriedly said, "Emperor, aren’t you going to find Lady Li?"
"Since Lady Li has personally cooked the soup for me, she will naturally come to find me. You just need to send someone to tell her I’m at Yangxin Hall, and she will come."
He needed to go back and wait. The attire he wore while handling state affairs was too formal; he needed to change into something better.
With these thoughts, Yan Xiu’s pace quickened.
Oh dear.
The Emperor just returned to Yangxin Hall, so it’s likely that Lady Li can’t leave the Imperial Kitchen.
Shen Quan was anxiously considering ways to make Yan Xiu change his mind when he saw Manager Li from the kitchen heading this way from a distance.
"This servant greets the Emperor, please punish this servant."
"What’s the matter?" Yan Xiu asked sternly.
"Emperor, this old servant didn’t know Lady Li went to the kitchen and failed to prepare properly below. Now Lady Li is suffering a..."
Only the sound of wind breaking was heard, as Li Si bowed and saw a flash of gold before him, and the oppressive feeling above him disappeared.
Li Si looked around in confusion, then asked Shen Quan: "Mr. Shen, where is the Emperor?"
Emperor?
Shen Quan shook his head helplessly and jogged toward the Imperial Kitchen.
At this moment, Yan Xiu was rushing quickly to the Imperial Kitchen, his heartstrings taut. When he heard the word "suffer," numerous premonitions arose, and he had no mind to listen to Li Si’s words.
All he could think about was, where is Yu’er hurt? Is it serious?
"Lady, please sit, please sit, do not get up, the servants will clean up here. Would you like to try some lotus paste pastry? It tastes quite different from lotus cake."
Zhao Shan, the steward of the Imperial Kitchen, respectfully brought a plate of freshly made lotus pastry before Li Yuyu.
"But that stove..."
"The stove is not important!" Zhao Shan raised his voice, then quickly showed a fawning smile: "Lady Li, there’s lotus honey here too, please taste it to see if it’s sweet."