I Want to Eat Sour Dough Balls Made by My Lord

Thankfully, there were many chefs in the kitchen, and they could cook all kinds of dishes.

There were times when Gu Bailu even taught them how to make modern dishes.

But today, she was really craving sour dough balls.

"Tell the chefs to make them." Feng Qingtian didn't think it was a problem at all.

Gu Bailu blinked and looked at him. "But… my lord, I want to eat sour dough balls made by you. I haven't eaten anything you made, but I think it must be the best sour dough balls in the world."

Feng Qingtian was speechless.

Him?

Cook?

As the Heavenly Emperor who had been on the throne for more than ten thousand years, what culinary delicacies wasn't Feng Qingtian aware of?

Even after being reincarnated, he had only cooked for Gu Bailu on the boat last time.

Gu Bailu loved to eat, and he couldn't bear to let her into the kitchen, which was why he had roped in chefs for her to teach.