Proofread by Yin Jing

　　Unlike ordinary rice, this rice grains seem a bit mellower and are polished smooth like little pearls. I am afraid that we cannot make those within two hours, if we have to polish them one by one.

　　"It's the peak of Supreme Cookery that we can feel the sorrows and joys after tasting a cuisine. Those we have tasted before are the most basic emotions of joy, anger, sorrow and pleasure, while this one is hate!" Feng Qingge sneers and glances at Mu Cangyun over there.

　　Mu Ronghao s.h.i.+vers in his seat and stares straight ahead. It seems that his neck is squeezed by a pair of invisible big hands, so he can say nothing.

　　Blood...

　　Measureless blood splashed down, and the whole city wall was dyed red. Familiar figures fell down one by one, including his dead brothers. In that fair fight, he had strong army and many people, and he murdered his own brothers by insidious tricks, even his own sisters were no exception.

　　From then on, they always appear in his dream and let him pay with his life. He is afraid of talking about these things.

　　And now, the b.l.o.o.d.y scenes reappear in front of him, and torture him like pictures in movies. "Oh!" Ronghao smashes the spoon in his hand, stands up suddenly with bloodshot eyes, and says angrily, "b.a.s.t.a.r.d! What is this? Come and drag her down immediately, Feng Qinger is fined a hundred times strokes with a stick!"

　　What?

　　Everyone turns pale and doesn't know what happens. Ronghao spoke highly of Qinger's cookery just now, but why does he suddenly get angry and wants to punish Qinger heavily now?

　　It changes so abruptly, even Qinger doesn't get it at first. She looks at Ronghao dully and asks with astonishment, "Em, emperor..."

　　"Come and drag her down quickly!" Ronghao feels sick and spits out what he has eaten. He really can't stand that disgusting odor, and vomits up by supporting a table.

　　Feng Lingyun turns pale, bows and says promptly, "Emperor, I..."