Dream Pig or Dream Me 2

However,

Xia Zheng raised his eyebrows. An Imperial Chef was specifically to serve the royal family in the palace and couldn't go out and cook privately. This person who claimed to be Bai Er not only left the capital but also had the gall to compete with Lin Yuan. He didn't seem like someone from the Imperial kitchen either. Who was he really? And what was his purpose for coming here?

Lin Yuan had heard Bai Er's words, of course, but she naturally wasn't as clear about the palace rules as Xia Zheng was, so she didn't take them to heart.

Bai Er picked up a potato and grinned cheekily, "It's so smooth! The texture is not bad, heh heh."

That playful arch of the eyebrows and the vibrant, spring-like smile on his face made Xia Zheng feel nervous on the inside. It was just a potato, and yet this guy's thoughts had already gone astray.