While Feng Wu was cooking, he could still turn around and look at a few people with resentful eyes: "I heard what you said, don't look down on people."
As he spoke, he raised his eyebrows and continued to stir-fry the vegetable leaves in the pot, whose original color could no longer be seen.
"Madam." Qin Yichuan did not see Feng Wu in the room. When he came out to look for someone, he saw three people standing at the door of the kitchen.
When I walked in, I heard several people discussing here, and then my wife's voice came out.
Feng Wu smiled at Qin Yichuan and poured out the dishes, which made the four of them look at each other subconsciously.
However, the person involved didn't notice it at all. He looked at Qin Yichuan and said, "Husband, please wait, I'm making a soup."
Liu Wu came back last with a stack of books on his back. With his keen sense of smell, Liu Wu approached the kitchen and looked at the three dishes placed aside. His eyes flashed and he gave Qin Yichuan a look that was asking for blessings:
"I filled my stomach while I was outside. Prince, Crown Princess, please eat well."
After saying that, he ran away quickly.
Fuling was determined not to eat the dishes cooked by Feng Wu, so she picked up the vegetable leaves on the side and began to choose. She also gave a kind suggestion: "Your Majesty, I cooked a lot of rice tonight. My princess finally made it next time."
Chef, this honor is reserved for the Crown Prince alone."
Qin Yichuan still kept a smile on his face. After hearing what Fuling said, he subconsciously looked in the direction of the white rice and nodded.
But then his eyes gleamed, and he was still a little touched. His wife, a beautiful lady, was actually washing her hands and making soup for him. Isn't this the warmth of home that he dreamed of?
Fu Ling watched from the side, just by saying this, the prince was probably very moved. There was a hint of deep meaning in his eyes.
Feng Wu poured the soup into the bowl, looked at the red and green soup, and showed a satisfied smile. She didn't cook easily. Once she cooked, she would be full of creativity: "Okay, husband, take it out."
Come on, let me go wash up first, the smell of oil smoke on my body is too strong."
When leaving, he checked with Fu Ling again: "Are you really not going to eat? I really feel that this time it is very successful, and the previous situations will not happen."
Fu Ling shook her head resolutely: "The prince has not tasted it yet. This is your first time cooking here. The prince should be satisfied with the meal, and we will not interfere with it."
"All right."
Qin Yichuan was holding the dish, looking at the dark and slightly viscous soup with a very strong sour taste, and finally said: "Qin Yi, bring me more rice and water."
Qin Yi nodded quickly at the side: "Don't worry, Prince, you can eat as much as you want, I promise to prepare it for you. I will put more paper in the latrine tonight."
Qin Yichuan paused when he heard this and continued walking forward.
After the people left, Qin Yi sighed, his tone full of helplessness: "This couple has nothing to do, and they have to torture each other."
With Feng Wu's expectant eyes, Qin Yichuan spent this meal with a meaningful expression of difficulty. He ate it without changing his expression, then took two big mouthfuls of rice and had to say a compliment with difficulty.
He said: "It's not bad, but madam, I'll do it next time."
Feng Wu thought of the talent that had made him drink countless glasses of water, and smiled at Qin Yichuan: "This matter is between you and me, I can do it."
Qin Yichuan's dark eyes flashed and he nodded: "As long as the lady is happy."
As a result, Qin Yichuan actually had a fever in the middle of the night. Feng Wu was so frightened that he suddenly woke up and hurriedly treated him to cool down. However, the temperature dropped in the middle of the night and he started to have diarrhea again. Qin Yi was right, the extra paper
It really came in handy.
Liu Wu and Qin Yi turned pale when they saw the prince's miserable condition. The food cooked by the prince's concubine was so powerful.
Xiaoqiu, on the other hand, patted her chest with relief: "Sister Fuling, it's a good thing we didn't eat."
A trace of helplessness flashed across Fu Ling's face, and she nodded knowing the result: "Don't let her enter the kitchen next time, it's too scary."
Feng Wu knew it was his fault, so he spent that night guarding Qin Yichuan amid Feng Wu's guilt.