Chapter 1846: Wash her hands and make soup for her
In the Northern Palace, Feng Danyuan, the young prince and others began to be fed dog food.
During the meal, Nan Ming saw that Feng Weihuan hadn't eaten much, so he asked her, "Don't you like the food here?"
Feng Weihuan nodded honestly: "I'm not used to it." The taste was too strong, so she preferred something lighter.
Nan Ming understood and immediately said: "Then sit down for a while."
"What are you going to do?" Feng Weihuan looked at him nervously.
"Go and tell the chef to make some food from Yun Kingdom." Nan Ming smiled at her, with a gentle look on his face.
"Yeah." Feng Weihuan nodded and watched him leave.
But after being in a daze for a while, he didn't see Nan Ming come back. Feng Weihuan was inexplicably startled, got up and ran quickly to the kitchen.
The little prince, whose stomach was full after eating, was circling in the yard to eat. He only said "Aunt" halfway, and his aunt had disappeared.
"Dad, something happened!" The young prince suddenly realized something was wrong, so he took Feng Danyuan and chased Feng Weixuan.
Feng Weihuan rushed to the kitchen panting and saw Nan Ming wearing an apron and cleaning a fish.
Holding back the tears that were about to fall, she stepped forward and hugged him: "You scared me to death."
Nan Ming's hands were stained with blood. He couldn't hold her, nor could he hold her. "What's wrong?"
"I thought you left again." Feng Weihuan pursed his lips and held back tears.
Seeing this, Nan Ming felt distressed and amused at the same time, and said softly: "The imperial chef here is not good at cooking Yun Country's dishes, so I will cook a few dishes that you like."
The imperial chef of Beijiang, who "isn't good at cooking Yun cuisine", looked up at the sky: We don't want to memorize this pot, we know how to cook it, but if you don't let us do it, we have to make it ourselves.
Feng Weihuan sniffed, covering up his embarrassment and changing the subject: "Then what do you do?"
"Curian carp tofu soup, steamed open-back shrimp with garlic paste, and boiled cabbage heart."
"How do you know I like to eat these?" Feng Weihuan was surprised.
"When you went to Yipinxian, I saw that you preferred these dishes." Nan Ming smiled and said, he could clearly see everything she liked.
"You can do it all?"
"Yes. But it's not as good as the chef of 'Yipinxian', so don't dislike it."
"No, no."
...
"Hiccup-" The young prince burped. He didn't know whether it was because he had eaten too much before or because he was fed dog food again.
Nanming Hefeng was happy and couldn't help but look at the young prince.
When Feng Weihuan saw his elder brother, he silently took two steps back and distanced himself from Nanming as if he wanted to hide himself.
Feng Danyuan smiled but said: "You can't tell, the dignified Lord of Mocheng can still wash his hands, make soup, and cook a table of dishes."
Nan Ming didn't even raise his head and replied calmly: "It's hard to let Wei Huan do this kind of rough work."
The implication is: one's own daughter-in-law feels pain for oneself, unlike someone who just lets his daughter-in-law cook.
Feng Danyuan: "..."
The young prince was innocent and didn't quite understand the sarcasm between his father and Uncle Nan. He nodded vigorously according to the literal meaning: "Uncle Nan is right, the food cooked by aunt is terrible. You must not
Let her cook."
Feng Weihuan said angrily: "Feng Jiayu, don't talk nonsense."
The young prince retorted seriously: "I'm not talking nonsense! Grandma said-"
After coughing twice, he imitated Princess Yan's tone and said, "My family, Wei Huan, has been pampered since childhood. She doesn't know how to cook, and she's not good at working as a female worker. When she marries into her husband's family, it's better not to be disliked by the elders in the family."
Feng Weihuan secretly bit his silver teeth and said: "..." I really want to throw this little brat out.
