She was very disappointed and felt guilty. She wanted to make something that her children would like to eat, but instead of thinking about it, it ended up like this.
Children all like to eat fried chicken and the like, otherwise, let’s make fried chicken.
After calming down, he asked the cook to kill the chicken, clean it and marinate it, then he heated up a pot of oil and put the marinated chicken into the pot and fried it.
She didn't do much frying work in her previous life, and after marrying Lao Wu, she did even less housework. She could just ask her to fry a few dishes, but she couldn't handle such a big project as frying chicken.
As soon as she put it in, the oil splashed everywhere, scaring her so much that she quickly stepped back and hid.
His mother-in-law stepped forward with a smile and said, "Princess, why don't you come as a slave?"
"No, no need, I'll do it myself." Yuan Qingling held the pot lid and saw that there was no more oil in the pot, so she dared to get closer.
After frying for a while, she saw the chicken skin turn from slightly yellow to red and black. She was startled, and hurriedly picked it up and put it on a plate to cool.
However, soon after putting it on the plate, she saw blood coming from the butt of the chicken. Her grandmother was stunned and said, "Princess, this chicken is not yet cooked."
Yuan Qingling was very frustrated. She felt that she had been busy all day and didn't get anything done. She wanted to make something delicious for her children, but nothing delicious came out.
She sat helplessly on the porch, looking at the mud on her skirt. She was pregnant with this child, so she felt that she was unworthy of her second child. She cooked for them today out of compensatory psychology. She was really not a good person.
Mother.
Now that she is pregnant with her third child, she feels increasingly anxious.
After Yu Wenhao came back, he couldn't find her in Xiaoyue Pavilion. When he asked, he found out that she was cooking today, so he laughed and followed her all the way to the kitchen to look for her.
But I saw her sitting on the porch of the kitchen, looking dirty and decadent. I couldn't help but laugh, thinking that she must have failed to prepare a meal, which is why she looked like this.
When Yuan Qingling heard the cook calling His Highness the Crown Prince, she quickly raised her head, cleared up the slump on her face, and raised a forced smile, "You're back?"
Yu Wenhao stretched out his hand to pull her up and patted her skirt on the back, "Why is it so dirty?"
"I planted a few peach trees and wanted to cook some dishes for you, but I failed." Yuan Qingling smiled bitterly and looked at him, "I feel very useless."
"Why are you talking about yourself like this? How many people have you saved with your superb medical skills? There is a cook who can do the cooking. Just concentrate on giving me happiness." Yu Wenhao held her hand and walked out, his voice warm.
She said that Yuan Qingling was worried about this matter in her heart and let him lead her out in a low mood.
It was a bit cold, so he held her hand and tucked it into his clothes. Finally, he felt uncomfortable, so he hugged her into his arms. As soon as he came out, he saw Tang Yang coming, so he called Tang Yang and said to her.
He said: "You prepare a sum of money and deliver it personally to the residence of Mr. Xuan, the head of the driving department. His wife is gone. Please say a few more words of comfort. You are always good at comforting people."
Tang Yang was startled for a moment, "Master Xuan? Isn't his wife pregnant? How could she be gone?"
"It's said to be a dystocia, one corpse and two lives, how miserable!" Yu Wenhao felt sad. He always felt that the most miserable thing in the world was this. His wife was gone, the child was gone, and he was left alone. This
I will never be happy in my life.
Yuan Qing Ling was thinking about telling him about her pregnancy. When she heard these words, she felt a chill in her heart and couldn't help but swallow the words that came to her lips.
She had never seen Mr. Xuan before, but when Lao Wu took over the Ministry of War, he told him several times that Mr.
thing.
After all, it was someone she knew and a subordinate of her husband, so Yuan Qingling still felt a little uncomfortable.