After working in the kitchen for almost an hour, Fu Zhao made several dishes by himself.
She asked the cook to lie down with a jug of wine and then went back to the house.
After entering the room, Siqi brought hot water with rose juice for Fu Zhao to wash his hands.
Looking at Fu Zhao's white and tender fingers, Si Qi couldn't help but advise: "In the future, we might as well let the cooks do things like cooking, and you can just give guidance."
Siqi was really worried. Like other noble ladies from wealthy families, they were most concerned about their own hands. They would think twice about picking up a needle and thread, for fear that their white and tender hands would have flaws.
But Fu Zhao is different. Fu Zhao usually doesn't act like the prince's wife. He does some things by himself. He is a master who is very easy to get along with.
But Siqi was worried that if Fu Zhao continued like this, calluses would appear on his hands sooner or later.
But Fu Zhao didn't care. She washed her hands and said calmly: "It's nothing. I only cook occasionally. You go and see if the prince is coming back."
Siqi then went out.
Fu Zhao wiped his hands and sat on the couch to wait.
She looked towards the door from time to time, and the first person waiting was Liangsui.
She couldn't stay at Fu's house for too long, so she asked Liangsui to help her find out the news.
Liangsui walked in, bowed first, and then said: "My servant has already asked clearly, Gu Dong said everything. Gu Dong said that the person who stopped her that day was the third young lady."
Fu Zhao was a little surprised, but felt that it was expected.
I don't know since when, Mr. He has been full of hostility towards her and always gives her obstacles.
This time, the He family actually kicked out the Fu family members directly, which really touched Fu Zhao's bottom line.
"I understand, you go find a maid who is smarter and keep an eye on Sister-in-law Dian." Fu Zhao lowered his eyes and ordered.
Liangsui agreed, and when she was about to go out, she was stopped by Fu Zhao again.
Fu Zhao asked: "By the way, when will the woman outside Third Brother come to the Hou Mansion?"
Fu Zhao suddenly remembered that it was strange that there had been no movement from the He family these days.
Liangsui replied: "I heard from other maids that the third young lady went to ask for help from my wife and would bring her back after the New Year."
Fu Zhao sneered, "Can I bring him back after the new year?"
With this delaying move, He's calculations are almost on the table.
Fu Zhao thought for a while and waved, "Come here and help me run again."
Liangsui went over, listened to Fu Zhao's instructions, and hurried out.
Fu Zhao continued to sit and wait. When it was completely dark, Chen Feng finally came back.
Fu Zhao stood up and took the initiative to greet him.
She took off Chen Feng's outer clothes with her own hands.
The weather was getting colder and colder. Holding Chen Feng's clothes in his arms was like holding a piece of ice.
Fu Zhao hugged the clothes and hung them on the screen.
"Si Qi, go to the kitchen and get the wine." Fu Zhao ordered.
"Yes." Siqi went to the kitchen to get wine.
Chen Feng raised his eyebrows and glanced at Fu Zhao one more time, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
Fu Zhao felt embarrassed by Chen Feng and quickly pushed Chen Feng to sit on the couch.
On the coffee table placed on the couch, there are several dishes, all of which are delicious and delicious.
Chen Feng took the chopsticks handed over by Fu Zhao and picked out a piece of Dongpo pork. It was fat but not greasy, and had a little sweetness.
Chen Feng asked: "Has the chef changed in the small kitchen?"
Fu Zhao smiled and said, "Well, you can taste it."
Chen Feng couldn't help but give a few more words of advice, "Be careful when changing chefs. They must be people who know the basics."
If the people in the kitchen have second thoughts, it would be the easiest thing to do.
The people in the kitchen have all been carefully selected by Chen Feng.
As the eldest son of the Hou family, Chen Feng had to be cautious in everything.
Siqi came in from the kitchen carrying a wine bottle and heard Chen Feng's words.
Si Qi couldn't help but smile, "Your Majesty, why don't you guess who the new cook is?"
Fu Zhao smiled and said angrily: "Are you here to make fun of me too?"
Chen Feng looked at the master and servant who were smiling happily, and frowned in confusion.
Si Qi stopped being pretentious and said directly: "Your Majesty, these dishes are all made by the young lady herself."
Chen Feng looked at Fu Zhao, his eyes still without any emotion, but for some reason, Fu Zhao blushed when Chen Feng saw him.
Fu Zhao said angrily: "Okay, put down the wine bottle and go out."
Si Qi covered his mouth and laughed, put down the wine bottle and went out.
Fu Zhao personally poured a glass of wine for Chen Feng and said solemnly: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for saving Sister Yi."
Chen Feng thought for a long time before he remembered that Sister Yi was Fu Zhao's niece.
He originally wanted to say something, but then things got busy and he was so busy that he forgot about it.
Chen Feng said: "It wasn't me who saved him, thanks to Dr. Zhang."
"If it weren't for you, it would have been impossible for Dr. Zhang to go to Fu's house." As he spoke, Fu Zhao poured a glass of wine into his own wine glass.
She raised her glass and said, "If it weren't for you, I don't know how much suffering Sister Yi would have suffered. Thank you very much!"
After saying that, Fu Zhao brought the wine glass to his mouth and drank it all in one gulp.
When Chen Feng saw this, he also drank the wine in front of him.
Fu Zhao was so drunk that after a glass of wine, a blush appeared on his cheeks.
Chen Feng's narrow eyes narrowed, he took the wine bottle and poured it on Fu Zhaoman.
Fu Zhao knew how much she drank, and she didn't want to talk about it anymore.
But now she owed Chen Feng a favor, so she drank the wine after thinking about it for a moment.
Afraid that Chen Feng would pour her another drink, she hurriedly invited Chen Feng to eat.
Chen Feng took advantage of the opportunity and poured wine for Fu Zhao several times.
After finishing the dinner, Fu Zhao's cheeks were flushed and his head was feeling dizzy.
"I'll have someone come and clean up this place." Fu Zhao stood up and prepared to call the maid in.
When her feet landed on the ground, it was like stepping on cotton, and she couldn't exert any strength.
Her legs weakened and she fell into Chen Feng's arms.
Chen Feng let Fu Zhao sit in his arms. He grabbed Fu Zhao's arm to prevent Fu Zhao from sliding down.
Fu Zhao was probably drunk, his body was extremely limp, his eyes were blurry and hazy, and his breath was filled with intoxicating alcohol.
Drinking wine for dinner is a piece of cake for Chen Feng.
But now, he felt that he was drunk too.
Fu Zhao wanted to break free from Chen Feng's shackles and went out to call the maid in.
But she couldn't muster any strength, and to Chen Feng, her struggle was like scratching an itch.
Chen Feng felt itchy in his heart, so he simply picked Fu Zhao up and walked into the inner room.
Knowing what would happen next, Fu Zhao was so shy that he buried his head in Chen Feng's arms and did not dare to raise it again.
Listening to Chen Feng's strong heartbeat, Fu Zhao's heart suddenly calmed down.
She put her hands around Chen Feng's neck, feeling that if the sky fell, Chen Feng would definitely protect her.
She raised her head, looked at Chen Feng's resolute chin, and smiled.
Chen Feng lowered his head as if aware, and met Fu Zhao's bright and beautiful smile.
Chen Feng's eyes darkened and he quickened his pace.
