"Your Majesty, eat."

Song Laoshi felt that it was not interesting to eat dim sum himself, and the dim sum was given by the emperor, so he handed it over with the oil paper bag in both hands.

The eunuchs serving beside him suppressed their smiles, and then their smiles froze.

Zhu Zhanji reached out and took a piece of rice cake from the spread oil paper.

The rice cake is very small, and the royal dim sum is small. Wuyou complained many times, saying that the palace is so stingy and not as big as the dim sum.

The emperor glanced at the snacks and said, "It's really small." Then he threw the snacks into his mouth.

Song Laoshi asked with a gaze: "Your Majesty, is the rice cake delicious?"

The emperor chewed it carefully and nodded, "Yes, it tastes delicious."

The two of them slowly went down the steps, and Song kept muttering, saying that his taste was very good, and that it would be delicious if it tasted good.

The emperor listened quietly and suddenly said, "Make the snack bigger in the future."

So since then, the dim sum in the palace has become much bigger and has always maintained this habit.
Chapter completed!