Zhao Bai replied, "That description is far too brief. It's nowhere near enough for a chef hoping to receive praise. Of course, expecting too much from you was my mistake."
"Hmm?!?"
The fork scraped against the gleaming porcelain plate with a teeth-grating screech. The Third Herrscher angrily took a bite of pasta.
She continued trying to evaluate it.
"Very... delicious."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk."
Zhao Bai shook his head and clicked his tongue, his mockery hitting full force. The Third Herrscher gripped her fork tightly.
"Then tell me, how should this plate of pasta be reviewed?"
"I'll quote a few diners."
A nostalgic look flashed through Zhao Bai's eyes. "The springiness is perfect. The aromas of olive oil and pine nuts complement each other beautifully. There isn't a single trace of pine nut grit, and the fragrance of the basil leaves is exceptionally prominent. It is simply the ultimate crystallization of ingredients and art."
"The people who wrote those reviews... you beat them up first, didn't you?"
The Third Herrscher asked in confusion. This pasta did taste quite good, but it was nowhere near good enough to inspire a ten-thousand-word review.
She simply could not squeeze out that many words.
The noodles brought unparalleled satisfaction with every bite. Although the Third Herrscher shared a body with Mei, she did not worry too much about calories. The Herrscher core helped her maintain her figure.
The Third Herrscher remained silent for a long while as she sat at the table, struck by a strange wave of weakness.
An indescribable drowsiness came over her. She yawned and asked, "Why am I so sleepy? Human, did you put a sleeping drug in this bowl of pasta?"
"It was Black Abyss White Flower. I added Black Abyss White Flower."
Zhao Bai answered calmly.
The Third Herrscher