"Princess, you must adapt more to the ways of life in Dongyue Country," Mo Liancheng sighed, "If it's like this from the first day, how will you live in the days to come?"
"But what is this stuff? It's so sour. Why is every dish this sour?"
"It's a specialty," Mo Liancheng stated matter-of-factly.
"No, when I ate it yesterday, it wasn't this unpalatable..."
"That's because it was made especially to suit your Beiyuan preferences."
"..." This explanation was barely reasonable.
While Mo Liancheng and Chinu Yama were talking, Qu Tan'er stealthily raised her small hand and picked up a piece of food from a dish closer to Chinu Yama. Generally, when people and guests eat, those who understand manners will not pick up food from the farthest side of a dish but from the side closest to them.
Chinu Yama, having been born in the palace, naturally understood this etiquette.
As Yu Hao panicked and was about to intervene, Mo Liancheng noticed it as well.
