For some reason, Jiang Li, usually the hardest to reason with, had refrained from interrupting for once today.
"Then... Father, Mother, Third Brother, hurry and leave. We'll start picking them out right now!"
Little Wukong, who had endured plenty of punishments growing up and was the best at reading people's expressions, spoke up slowly.
It was just picking out beans, wasn't it? Surely that was easier than copying scriptures?
Once the people watching them left, he could just pick them out with his hands. Wouldn't that be much easier than using chopsticks?
"Such a good boy. Then we won't waste any more of your time. Remember to pick them out properly. After all, this isn't the only basin of beans you have to finish."
After Lin Xiangyin spoke with a smile, the maids and older serving women outside carried in a full fifty more basins of water.
Under Jiang Heng's utterly despairing gaze and Little Wukong's shocked stare.
The gates to Jiang Heng's courtyard were locked.
Little Wukong and Jiang Heng exchanged a glance, then collapsed onto the ground together, all hope drained from their faces.
At that very moment.
In the Imperial Palace.
Chu Wenzong and Cui Zhao'an ate the grilled fish on the table and smacked their lips a few times, feeling that something was missing from the flavor.
"Ge'er, what exactly did that fish you mentioned look like? How come I've never eaten it before?"
There hadn't been much grilled fish delivered to the palace that afternoon. Chu Wenzong and Cui Zhao'an had barely taken the edge off their hunger before it was all gone.
And so.
Chu Wenzong had ordered the Imperial Kitchen to grill some fish and bring it over.
The result...
The difference in flavor... was like clouds above and mud below.
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