The aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus lingered around, faint but refreshing. Sitting on the edge of the stone platform, Nalan Qinghong stared at the three dishes and one soup in front of her in amazement. She couldn't help but raise her eyes to look at the bamboo orchid accompanying her, "Your Majesty.
Do you usually cook meals?"
Compared to Nalan Qinghong, Zhulan and Zhumei were no less astonished. The master in the palace did not touch spring water with his fingers, not to mention cooking, and even the ability to make tea was served by the maids. Occasionally, he would
Making soup or other favors, I just watched from the side. The palace maids were doing everything. They shook their heads and said, "I have never seen your empress do this before."
He had never seen Nalan Qinghong's jaw. Did he follow his master in the mountain school? When he was meditating and puzzled, Feng Ning came over again carrying a plate of vegetables, and Zhumei was beside him.
With a look of panic on his face, he said, "My dearest lady, I'd better let my servant come."
Putting the last portion of stir-fried vegetables on the table, he handed the tray into Zhumei's hands, "Then please tidy up the kitchen."
I heard Zhulan say that the empress is in a good mood today, but she didn't expect it to be so good. What's even more unexpected is that after being demoted from a concubine to a nobleman, she actually cooked the meal as if nothing had happened. Except for the occasional frown during the meal, she spent the rest of the time
It seems that there is no such thing as a reduction in rank. It is no wonder that His Majesty is special to her. Who wouldn't care about a woman who doesn't care about the world? She bowed slightly and stepped back.
"Feng'er, are you really doing this?" Even though the facts were before his eyes, Nalan Qinghong still had a skeptical attitude.
Feng Ning sat down next to him and said with a smile, "Dad, don't you believe it? Or do you still doubt your daughter's craftsmanship?"
It was true. Nalan Qinghong moved his chopsticks, picked up the steamed fish and chewed it in his mouth. After a moment, he smiled broadly and said, "I never thought that one day I would be able to eat food cooked by Feng'er himself, and it tastes the best."
If you are not as powerful as the cook in the house, if your mother is alive in heaven, she will definitely die of jealousy as your father, hahaha——."
Uh--, I didn't expect my father to say this. Looking at his eyes shining with emotion, Feng Ning had a smile on her lips, but in her heart she tasted the bitterness of her previous life all over again. In her previous life, her father died.
Grandma regarded her as a broom star, and when talking to her, she started to criticize her and ended without any scruples, which severely hurt her heart. Her mother gradually ignored her, making her own existence become emptier. Did she ever think about relaxing it?
In this tense atmosphere, there was obviously a chef in the family, and she went to learn how to cook well. But when she knew that the food on the table was cooked by herself, grandma threw down her chopsticks and went upstairs, while my mother used some symbolically.
, and then asked the servants to withdraw.
I still remember that night, I sat alone in the garden all night, but no one came to see me. Maybe they didn't know that I went out at all, and laughed at me for doing something unnecessary. Maybe in that home, I was redundant, what?
They all settled down with their cold hearts. They fainted on a bench in the garden. When they woke up, they were surrounded by white walls. Until the moment when the electrocardiogram turned into a straight line, they faced death alone, welcoming death without fear.
He vaguely saw the doctor rescuing him, his actions seemed to be unhurried.
I thought I was dead and would disappear, but I didn't expect that when I woke up again, the first voice I heard was joyful. When I opened my eyes, what I saw was my father's smiling face full of surprise, carrying the memory of his previous life.
She was reincarnated and had parents who loved her. Is this God's compensation for her?