Seeing this, Dean Chen coughed softly. The Crown Prince hadn't paid his earlier words any mind at all.
Sang Qi paused and looked up at the Dean, feeling conflicted. 'This food is so delicious,' he thought. 'It's way better than what the Imperial Chefs in the palace make.'
After a moment's hesitation, his chopsticks reached for another plate of meat. 'If I eat a little from every dish, no one will be able to figure out what I like best,' he reasoned.
Dean Chen shook his head helplessly. 'He's only eight, still so young,' he thought. 'When he's sent back to the palace later, I must remind his tutors not to be lax about his meals.'
Not long after lunch, the palace sent men to escort the Crown Prince and the Eighth Prince back.
Ye Qianning walked Sang Zhi to the door and handed him a package.
"I had the cooks make some pastries at noon. You can have some tonight if you get hungry while studying."
"Mm," Sang Zhi replied, taking the package.
