"How is it possible, how could my craft make such a low-level mistake." Sheng Zhiyao defended unconvinced.

"And what's going on?" The emperor asked suspiciously.

Old Marquis Sheng frowned, and after a moment of silence, he said, "This shouldn't have been done by you, there is no color and fragrance, what's going on?"

"Oh, you ask him." Sheng Zhiyao pointed at Feng Yuanchen, who was standing next to him.

"Master, am I doing as bad as you say? It's not pretty, but it's still delicious, so try it first." Feng Yuanchen brought the dish to the old marquis Sheng.

Old Marquis Sheng hesitated for a while, but saw that the dishes on the table were not bad, so he picked up the chopsticks and took a green bamboo shoot and tasted it, the taste was okay, but it was ......

"This one seems to be a little salty......

"Huh? How so? I'll taste it."

Feng Yuanchen tasted the green bamboo shoots, and it was really a little salty as the old marquis said.

"That ......" Feng Yuanchen didn't know how to explain it.

"I'll see." The emperor picked up chopsticks, picked up a piece of fish meat and put it in his mouth.

"Puff ......"

As soon as the emperor swallowed it, he squirted out.

"Grandpa Huang, what's wrong with you?" Sheng Zhiyao and Feng Yuanchen said in unison.

"No, it's nothing......" The emperor shook his head.

Sheng Zhiyao asked suspiciously, "Impossible! Didn't you say it tasted good?"

"Well, I thought it was okay!"

"Yuanchen, can you call this a name?" Old Marquis Sheng looked at Feng Yuanchen with wide eyes.

Feng Yuanchen was stared at inexplicably by the two elders: "Yes, what's wrong?"

The emperor put down his chopsticks: "Zhiyao, this dish...... Are you sure you don't want us to eat?"

"Grandpa Huang, you can't blame me for this!" Sheng Zhiyao said aggrievedly, "I see that he is becoming more and more proficient, and he still looks confident, so I thought that he should do a good job, so I didn't taste it, who knows how he ...... Hey!"

The emperor comforted, "Since that's the case, then I'll try it again!"

"Hmm." Sheng Zhiyao nodded.

So the emperor picked up a piece of chicken thigh from another plate and tasted it: "Well, this one can still be eaten, but it doesn't taste good."

"Then eat more." Sheng Zhiyao said and put a dish with a large number of chopsticks in front of the emperor.

"Hmm."

The emperor began to eat, and then took a deep bite, and suddenly felt a thick oily smell spreading in his mouth, and then spit it out again, and his face instantly turned pale.

"Grandpa Huang, what's wrong with you?" Sheng Zhiyao saw the emperor's uncomfortable appearance and hurriedly ran over to ask.

"Hmm......" The emperor covered his lips and couldn't speak, so he had to swallow the chicken hard.

Sheng Zhiyao looked at the emperor's pale face, and turned around in a hurry.

"Don't worry, I'll just take a break." The emperor said weakly.

"Then lie down, I'll pour you a cup of tea." Sheng Zhiyao said and ran out of the door and poured a glass of water for the emperor.

After drinking the water, the emperor's condition was a little better.

"How's it going, Grandpa Huang?" Sheng Zhiyao said with concern.

The emperor waved his hand lightly: "Yuanchen, your skill is really almost going to send your imperial grandfather and me away!"

"Grandpa Huang, why do you say that? I think it tastes pretty good!" Feng Yuanchen was not happy.

"Forget it! Zhiyao, this kid has no talent for cooking, don't let him harm us!" Old Marquis Sheng said.

"Okay, okay~ Let's eat hot pot for lunch today! It's really too late to stir-fry, isn't it that the imperial grandfather and the imperial grandmother are still hungry." Sheng Zhiyao said flatteringly.

"Well, let's eat hot pot then, I don't have much appetite anyway." The emperor said helplessly.

"Alright, I'll go and tell someone to prepare some greens."

"Well, go ahead."

After the emperor finished speaking, he closed his eyes and rested.

"Yuanchen, you're simply trying to murder me, do you know?" The emperor complained.

"I...... It's not the first time I've done it." Feng Yuanchen was a little weak-hearted.

"Hmph, you stinky boy." Old Marquis Sheng sighed and said, "Hurry up and learn it for me!" I can't cook, so I wouldn't have married Zhiyao to you if I knew it!"

"Well, I don't like to hear you old man." The emperor was unconvinced and said, "Yuanchen has been with you for so long, have you taught?" You didn't teach him how to cook! So much so will all three of your grandchildren."

"That's different!" Old Marquis Sheng said dissatisfied, "Besides, their cooking skills are cultivated in the Hou Mansion, how can it be like your grandson, his father doesn't love his mother, and there is a grandfather who eats melons and watches dramas all day long."

"You don't sow discord, why didn't I care about my grandson?" The emperor retorted.

"You care? It's not like you're in charge, you throw everything to me, and this is my grandson." What the old marquis Sheng said was straightforward.

"Why not? Isn't that your grandson-in-law now? You also chose him as your apprentice in the first place, and I didn't force you." The emperor retorted.

"You...... Hmph, you didn't force me, but you sent it directly to the door, and you have to settle the cost of raising for so many years." Old Marquis Sheng said sarcastically unceremoniously.

"You old fellow!" The emperor trembled with anger.

"Am I not afraid that you will pay your bills?" Old Marquis Sheng said seriously, "So from this month onwards, you must pay a silver ticket every month."

"You...... I don't believe I can't cure you, you old thing!" The emperor said angrily.

"Haha, iron rooster, he doesn't pull out a hair, and he blows his beard and stare at the mention of money." Old Marquis Sheng said with a smile.

"Old fellow, see if I don't hit you." The emperor rolled up his sleeves and pounced on the old marquis Sheng.

The two old men chased and fought all the way.

As a result, after a few laps, both of them collapsed on their chairs, and Sheng Hanmo and Sheng Hancheng hurriedly brought hot tea and handed it to the two of them.

"Grandpa, how are you?" Sheng Hancheng asked worriedly.

"It's fine." Old Marquis Sheng took a few sips of hot tea to ease his senses, "He can't beat me."

The emperor gasped for a long time and finally recovered, stood up and pointed at Sheng Hancheng and scolded angrily: "You stinky old man, look at my face."

Sheng Lixin couldn't help but laugh when he saw the emperor's red face.

"Still laughing?"

"If you don't laugh, do you cry?" Old Marquis Sheng said disdainfully, "However, we haven't been so presumptuous for a long time, I really miss it!"

"What do you miss!"

"I miss the days when I fought with you in the palace."

"Yes! Time passes, and things are not people." The emperor also sighed, "You old man, why were you willing to play with me back then?"

"I just took a fancy to you kid at the time, who is informal, and has a better temper." Old Marquis Sheng said, "Besides, you look okay."

"Phew!" The emperor said in disgust, "Is it okay for me to call it? Obviously, the jade tree is in the wind, and it is very romantic."

"Come on, don't be stinky and beautiful, you're just so virtuous, don't say I didn't tell you, Lan Wen was blind when he saw you." Old Marquis Sheng ruthlessly pierced the emperor's narcissism.