国产乱子伦普通话对白

"Mmhmm..." Li Meiong cried out as she savoured the dish, it was sweet and rich with flavour. Several red dates, wolfberries, and ginseng slices topped with dried longan floated on the surface of the bowl. A few clumps of unmelted rock sugar were evidently mixed in.

"Isn’t this a bird’s nest soup?" She asked, amazed.

"I suppose so?" Bai Qingyue didn’t really know much about food. He was a god and barely ate at all.

In modern times, it wasn’t so uncommon to eat this dish, however in ancient times, the bird’s nest soup was considered a delicacy reserved for the wealthy.

’Then again, Zhu Qingyue is the Grandmaster’s son, he could probably afford it...’

"Do you think he made it himself?" Li Meirong asked after enjoying a few more mouthfuls.

Seeing his wife merrily stuffing her cheeks with food gave Bai Qingyue a strange feeling of satisfaction. He momentarily anchored his attention at the entryway’s direction, knowing that the servants who had prepared the dishes were eavesdropping on the conversation.

"Does it matter?" Snowball curiously asked the girl, jumping on her lap and peering at the food.

"Of course it does! If Zhu Qingyue knows how to cook such excellent dishes, then... He’s really amazing!"

"..." Bai Qingyue stayed mute. All of a sudden, he began to question his entire upbringing.

He was sovereign lord, a general and master tactician. He was better versed than most when it came to cultivation and really any number of arts, be they martial or otherwise.

Thousands of years of study and practise, developing what he could only, in all modesty, call a brilliant mind. Yet, by some grave oversight, had never actually learned something as trivial as cooking. A menial task assigned to those whose identities were far inferior, how could it have entered his gaze?

"Oh. You’re right... That Zhu Qingyue fellow said he had prepared the meal especially for you." Snowball answered at length, his large almond eyes blinking with feigned innocence.

Outside the cabin, a pair of hardworking fox spirits wept bitterly.

All the hours they had spent on preparing the meal in order to please Her Ladyship instantly went down the drain the moment His Lordship stole the credit for their hard work!