"Chef Han, you go ahead, make sure Fairy Fang and Miss Xiaoyu are well accommodated. As for what I promised, you can handle it tomorrow. Just find Mr. Yuantu to draft a petition."
Chen Ping casually waved his hand, instructing Chef Han Yu, who could create radiant dishes.
Meanwhile, Fang Qingzhu and Xiaoyu followed behind, trying hard not to laugh, occasionally swallowing hard.
Are these fairies?
Chen Ping felt he couldn't bear to look.
Thinking to himself, "If anyone outside asks, I'll say I don't know them."
"Long live Your Highness, take care, Your Highness."
Han Yu was trembling with excitement; if it weren't for the mess of chicken and goose blood all over, he might have knelt to the ground, thanking his master for his generosity.
"Master Han, Master Han..."
Once Chen Ping had walked away, Fang Qingzhu noticed Chef Han Yu still trembling, his face flushed as if about to have a seizure, making her worry.
