"As for how to stew it?" Ziwei thought for a moment. He did not usually cook. If they were talking about ingredients, he definitely knew his stuff. As an emperor for so many years, what delicious food had he not tasted? He had eaten more dishes than others had eaten grains of rice. As the saying went, long illness made a doctor; after eating so much, he had become a gourmet.
But a gourmet was not a chef. The more he spoke, the more he stumped himself!
You were still agonizing over how to stew it? Gouchen nearly spat. Even being dense had its limits. The Jade Emperor gradually sensed that something was off. This turn of events had become far too sharp. What were you playing at? Had you taken the wrong medicine?
Qin Fen did not think much of it. They were talking about chicken stewed with mushrooms, right? He ate with great relish, never considering that he had dragged someone else into a pit again!
The immortals below were very quiet, because they had all been dumbfounded. What could they say? Were they supposed to shout, "Lord Ziwei, what the hell are you babbling about?" The man was on a roll; interrupting him would spoil the mood. Besides, he was an Imperial Lord, while they were underlings. Naturally, they could not interrupt their leader. That was the most basic respect.
Though it sounded strange, everyone below wore the exact same expression: utter seriousness.
Look at that. Ziwei swept his gaze across everyone's expressions. What a great atmosphere. That meant he was speaking well. Without realizing it, Qin Fen had led him into a ditch, taking him from the Spring Festival Gala to chicken stewed with mushrooms. There was a saying: onlookers saw clearly while those involved were