Fourth Master stumbled, truly almost falling over.
Although it wasn't the first time he heard this, but this fox!
She said their son was also adorable, said he was still cute, really...
"Mm, are you hungry, my lord? So dizzy from hunger, huh? If you don't visit for a few days, it's like this, unable to eat meat at all," Ye Zao deliberately said.
Fourth Master glared at her fiercely, "I am in mourning!"
The words "Fourth Master" carried a bit of gritted teeth.
"Mm, Fourth Master, would you like to eat lamb or beef? Or maybe duck then. Speaking of which, it's been days since we had duck. Isn't there a master in the Imperial Kitchen who excels at making Peking duck? It's said to be as thin as a cicada's wing," Ye Zao quickened her pace, caught up with Fourth Master, and grabbed one of his hands.
Fourth Master felt a soft little hand slide into his palm, which should have been a tender moment.
But what this fox was saying...