The cooks from the palace traveled with the troupe, but each time they had to arrive at the rest camp ahead of everyone else and then tirelessly start a fire to cook for her.
Bai Junjun had experienced this kind of meal before, bland and flavorless, with a focus on health, mostly stewed and simmered.
Because of this, it always took a particularly large amount of effort.
While Bai Junjun and the others had already propped up the grill to roast meat, Wenren Pingting's food was still not ready.
By the time Wenren Pingting started to eat, Bai Junjun's grilled meat was ready to be eaten as well, and at that moment, the aroma of the grilled meat would waft over. With such a comparison, where would Wenren Pingting have the appetite to eat what was in her bowl?
Wenren Pingting could endure it once or twice, but after three days, she could no longer hold back, and with a slap, she struck the chopsticks down onto the tabletop.
"Are they still eating grilled meat?"