[Anyway, I don't understand the old Emperor's intentions. He can't possibly force me, right?]
[That would be totally unbecoming of a king's demeanor.]
The people around listened, wiped a bit of sweat for Su Juan; originally, it was impossible, but now it's hard to say.
The old Emperor acted like he didn't hear Su Juan's words. Demeanor—can you eat that?
He sighed and said, "The Imperial Chef's skills are somewhat outdated and lack innovation. I thought Minister Su's roast last night was quite good; why not show us your skills again today?"
Su Juan's expression froze on her face, [Old thing, you really have thick skin!?]
The old Emperor's face didn't turn red nor did his heart race; having thicker skin is better, it prevents wind and cold.
Su Juan immediately said, "Absolutely not! Your Majesty, I'm just a humble servant, fearing it would harm Your Majesty's health…"
The old Emperor waved his big hand, "No worries, I trust Minister Su's skills, surely she won't disappoint me."
