He had been busy with court affairs all day and hadn't even had a proper lunch. He had clashed with his courtiers over disaster relief, and by dinner, he was too angry to have an appetite. Now, with two mooncakes in his stomach, he was actually starting to feel a little hungry.
Zhang Maoquan was quick-witted this time. Before Meng Jiuchang could offer his services, he immediately brewed some tea and presented it with both hands.
Meng Jiuchang: ...
'I was careless.'
The Emperor took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, then looked up at Zhang Maoquan. "Where is the person who delivered the mooncakes?" he asked.
"Waiting outside the hall," Meng Jiuchang said with a smile.
"Have him return with a message: prepare dinner at Wangyou Palace."
"Yes." Zhang Maoquan was overjoyed. 'It worked! Song Jieyu will surely remember this favor.'
