小公主 disdainfully snapped her fingers. "Take it away! I want to ask Master Wenslow for something good to eat." 小张 hurriedly took away the medication cup, feeling a bit embarrassed. He knew that the princess had always been picky about food and drink, but he had never expected her to be so direct. "Alright, Your Highness," small Zhang said, trying to calm down. "What would you like to eat?" The princess thought for a moment. "I want to eat apple pie. Please tell Master Wenslow to make some for me." 小张's eyes widened. "Apple pie? But the nanny said that you're not allowed to eat too much fruit these days." "Master Wenslow said it's fine," the princess pouted. "He says it will make me strong. So, you must ask him to make some for me." 小张 had no choice but to comply. He bowed and left the room, feeling a bit worried about what Master Wenslow would think. When he reached Master Wenslow's study, he knocked lightly on the door. "Come in," Master Wenslow's voice called out.