Barking Up the Wrong Tree – Finding His Own Trap Hilarious

　　The prime minister didn't say anything to me after the morning conference. He got into his litter. I opened the curtain and asked, "Prime Minister, where are we heading?'

　　The prime minister opened an eye and fumed, "What insolence. Why are you not calling me 'teacher'? Are you disobeying His Majesty's edict?"

　　"I am showing you respect," I explained while touching my nose. "Without your permission, I would not dare to address the leader of the imperial court in such an intimate manner."

　　The prime minister looked at me out the corner of his eye: "So, you respect me? Does this old one need to thank you?"

　　"Absolutely not. This humble one does not desire promotions. If you do not mind treating this humble one to a meal somewhere, then this one would be sincerely grateful."

　　"You little…!" The prime minister blew his beard but was gleeful: "Hahaha, your weird demeanour is the identical to your patriarch! Whatever, this old one isn't going to waste time with you and your hijinks. His Majesty is only interested in developing the two runts. This old one will return your freedom to you once the case is solved. We can skip the pleasantries."

　　The prime minister was very laid back; he didn't seem bothered despite me offending him at Eight Deities Tavern. But, uh… about that case…

　　I remember His Majesty gave us three cases; nevertheless, the prime minister had yet to open the accordion. The prime minister sounded as though he knew what the contents were. I folded my arms and deliberated. The ministers back in the conference room didn't appear to know what the contents were. As only the prime minister knew, he must've hashed it out with His Majesty already. Ignoring me, the prime minister waved his hand: "Head to Dongpo Restaurant."

　　"Hmm?! Prime minister, this one is absolutely an upright and honest individual. This one is not that easy. Moreover, we would have to line up at this hour; that is not wise, is it?"

　　"Haha, this old one knew you followed the same way of life. We both pursue oesophagus, I meant, the apex of cuisine! How can one discuss business without a table of quality wine and dishes?"

　　You bet my eyes sparkled, ears perked up, smell enhanced and temples pulsated as though my strength grew ten years' worth.

　　'G.o.d! Heavens! Why was Prime Minister Li not the s.h.i.+fu to take me in back then?!'

　　The prime minister and I enjoyed a joyous conversation on the way to Dongpo Restaurant. He possessed vast knowledge of cuisine, particularly since he travelled across the lands when he was younger. He was an expert in foods from various regions. He even knew the rare mantis shrimp I mentioned to him. He was undisputedly amazing.