The so-called happy marriage of a hundred years and so on are actually nothing more than an illusory future in Jiang Huan's eyes.
No matter how beautiful this Xingyue River is, it's just a huge irony now.
Jiang Huan rubbed his forehead and felt that the skirt was glaringly tight.
"Take it off, I'll try it later." Jiang Huan waved his hand, looking at Mengyu with a tired look, which made Mengyu a little worried.
"The princess has not adapted to the life of the Chen Kingdom yet?" Mengyu asked worriedly, "But do you need me to make some side dishes from the Jiang Kingdom for the princess to try?"
Jiang Huan immediately became interested when he heard this. He raised his head and looked at Mengyu, "Can you cook?"
In Jiang Huan's mind, Mengyu, besides being highly skilled in martial arts, was somewhat decent at reciting poems and painting.
When it comes to cooking, Mengyu knows nothing about it.
When Jiang Huan heard that Mengyu actually wanted to cook for him, he became interested for a moment, and his eyes shone, "Seriously?"
Before Mengyu followed Jiang Huan to the Chen Kingdom, she learned a lot of dishes from the Chen Kingdom's chef. It was said that it was to prevent the fifth princess from being homesick, but Mengyu only learned a little bit about it.
The most important thing is that Mengyu learned the specialty dish of the third brother Jiang Huan: snowflake tofu.
Jiang Huan has been eating this dish since he was a child and has a very deep affection for this dish. He said that even if there are no other dishes, he should eat this dish.
Therefore, Mengyu specially learned the skills from the third prince, especially this dish. It took him several nights to learn it and it was exactly the same.
Mengyu rolled up her sleeves and looked like she was about to do something big, "Princess, just sit back and wait for your meal!"
After that, Mengyu immediately got into the kitchen and started working, looking like a master chef.
Jiang Huan, on the other hand, was free. She held her head and looked at the Xingyue River beside her, and she couldn't help but touch it quietly with her fingers.
The fabric used for this Xingyue River was high-quality silk. It felt like a baby's skin, which made Jiang Huan feel a little dazed.
...
"What kind of clothes are these? Why do they feel so comfortable?" Jiang Huan touched the dress in front of her happily, with two blushes on her pretty face.
The girl's shyness and surprise were all depicted on Jiang Huan's face.
Chen Du looked at her lovingly and stretched out his hand to rub Jiang Huan's head, "This is made of silk, and with Chen Guo's unique weaving technique, it is woven into clothes that can be used to make this dress.
"
Jiang Huan seemed to understand, and shook his head looking cute.
Chen Du always liked her innocent look. He pretended to be serious and said, "Actually, I didn't give this to anyone casually. This dress was given to my future wife. Today you took it from me.
Gift, you should be my wife."
Chen Du's words made Jiang Huan blush. She blushed, widened her eyes in feigned anger, and put her hands on her hips to scold Chen Du.
But she just opened her mouth, and before she could say a word, Chen Du pressed his fingers on her lips.
The moment the soft and warm touch pressed against her, Jiang Huan's already red face became even hotter.
She was like a cooked shrimp, hunched over in Chen Du's arms.
"What's the matter? You still don't want to marry me?" Chen Du teased the little girl in his arms, looking quite happy, "If you don't marry me, who are you going to marry?"
Jiang Huan was so speechless by Chen Du's words that she could only blush and look at Chen Du with moist eyes.
After holding it in for a while, Jiang Huancai muttered, "Who wants to be your wife? You are narcissistic!"
When Chen Du heard this, he couldn't help but hug Jiang Huan tighter, "If I can have such a precious wife if I am narcissistic, I would rather be a narcissist."
...
The cold wind blew through the window, causing Jiang Huan to slowly wake up from his dream.
Jiang Huan rubbed his eyes, but found that his eyes were already wet.
"Princess, the tofu is ready!" Mengyu's voice came from the kitchen, making Jiang Huan wipe her face hurriedly and smile.
Jiang Huan walked towards the kitchen with a smile on his face. He saw a plate of snowflake tofu already placed on the table, decorated with coriander and so on. Although it was a unique dish of Jiang Guo, maybe because it was decorated in a bowl unique to Chen Guo
It's on the plate, so it looks like a dish from Chen Guo.
Jiang Huan couldn't wait to take a chopstick and put it into her mouth. The smooth and silky feeling instantly made Jiang Huan energetic. She narrowed her eyes in joy and praised inarticulately, "I think if you are Mengyu, you will be the best in the future."
If you don’t want to be a maid anymore, it would be great to go back and open a restaurant. Your skills are already unmatched by many people."
Mengyu's face turned red after being praised. She quickly waved her hands and said sternly, "How can a slave leave the princess? From the moment the princess rescued me, I have already recognized the princess and I am born to be a princess.
Even if I die, I will stay with the princess."
Hearing this, Jiang Huan couldn't help but sneer. She smiled with crooked eyebrows and said, "What you said is really scary. Why do you want to haunt me even after you die?"
Mengyu immediately realized that she had said something wrong. She quickly covered her mouth to apologize, but Jiang Huan grabbed her wrist, and then Jiang Huan also put a chopstick of tofu into her mouth.
It really smells like the Third Prince.
Mengyu was also very satisfied with the dish she cooked today. She couldn't help but smile and narrowed her eyes. "After all, it was the third prince who had the patience to teach this dish to the slave. Otherwise, he would have relied on the clumsy appearance of the slave."
, it’s simply impossible to learn.”
Sure enough, it was the third brother who taught Mengyu, Jiang Huan thought.
The third brother has always loved him, but this time he left the Jiang Kingdom so suddenly. I don't know how the third brother must feel if he stays alone in the Jiang Kingdom.
Thinking of his third brother, Jiang Huan couldn't help but feel melancholy.
At the moment, he has not gathered the remaining power of Concubine Ru, and Chen Su looks like he is completely unpredictable.
The only person Jiang Huan can trust right now is himself.
Jiang Huan breathed a long sigh of relief and was about to take another bite when he heard a familiar sound coming from outside the door.
"I could smell the aroma of the food when I was at the door. It turns out that you can turn on the small stove here." Chen Ruyi pushed her wheelchair and slowly entered the back room.
Chen Ruyi looked a little haggard, as if he had just returned from out of town. Jiang Huan also heard that after Chen Ruyi left the banquet that day, he only rested temporarily at his house and then rushed to other places without stopping.
As for where he went and what he was doing, Chen Ruyi never told him, and Jiang Huan didn't want to ask.