xymnovel Chapter 1292: Is There Really Such a Skilled Kitchen Servant?
Chapter 1292: Is There Really Such a Skilled Kitchen Servant?
At lunchtime.Zhi’er pretended not to know anything as she sat by the table.
She sniffed the fragrant chicken soup.
Inside were finely chopped green onions and goji berries for garnish.
The essence of the chicken soup had turned into a golden color, with delicious cloud mushrooms and bamboo shoots floating inside.
Zhi’er exclaimed, her eyes sparkling: "It looks so fragrant."
She took a sip, while Feng Fuce watched her expression, paying attention to the changes in her demeanor.
Zhi’er quietly savored, very peacefully.
After a while, Feng Fuce couldn’t hold back any longer.
He asked: "How is it?"
Zhi’er shook her head and sighed.
Feng Fuce immediately sat up straight: "Isn’t it good?"
Zhi’er raised her watery eyes: "I’ve never had such delicious soup!"
Feng Fuce’s handsome eyebrows lifted, visibly pleased.
He leaned back against his chair: "Drink more, the chicken soup warms you up, it’s good for you."
Zhi’er quickly finished one bowl and asked for another.
She didn’t forget to ask: "Brother Fu Ce, in your mansion, there are kitchen servants with such skill?"
The few kitchen servants nearby who were waiting to serve, secretly exchanged glances and smiled knowingly.
Feng Fuce replied calmly: "Of course, I have them put their heart into it, they don’t dare to be sloppy."
Zhi’er held back a giggle.
It turns out, he didn’t want to admit he made it himself.
Feng Fuce never asked for credit for what he did for Zhi’er.
He didn’t need her to know, after all, everything he did was simply to make her comfortable and happy.
Zhi’er also cherished this sentiment, she didn’t expose it.
She just kept drinking bowl after bowl until the pot was empty.
Zhi’er held her tummy: "I can’t eat anymore..."
Feng Fuce chuckled: "Full? Then you don’t have to eat anymore, are you still feeling unwell?"
Zhi’er shook her head.
Feng Fuce continued: "Then it seems the medicine prescribed by the doctor is working, I’ve already had the house servants pack it up for you to take back to the palace later."
"Next time, let the Imperial Physician continue to prescribe medicine according to the prescription for your care."
After finishing the meal, Feng Fuce was going to escort Zhi’er back to the palace.
From the dining hall to the main entrance, Zhi’er noticed something.
The snow on the road had been swept clean by the house servants.
It snowed heavily all night, but in the morning, apart from the rooftop and treetops where snowflakes could be seen, the other places had been meticulously cleaned.
Even the icicles under the eaves were not visible.
Yesterday when Zhi’er went out, she wore shoes that were rather thin, so she guessed this was Feng Fuce’s intention.
He was so considerate, only because he was afraid she would catch cold.
Zhi’er couldn’t help but glance sideways, secretly giving a soft, sweet smile.
Feng Fuce noticed, looking towards her: "What’s the matter?"
Zhi’er withdrew her gaze, looking ahead, she smiled warmly: "Oh, it’s nothing, I just feel very warm from the chicken soup, so I’m very happy."
Feng Fuce saw her squinting with a smile, like a pretty little cat that was satisfied and full.
He couldn’t help but laugh along.
"Silly." Feng Fuce murmured softly.
Only then did the two get into the carriage and return to the palace.
Bai Xilie happened to be looking everywhere for Zhi’er.
When Feng Fuce and Zhi’er returned to Ruizhu Palace, they ran into Bai Xilie’s Dragon Chariot.
"Zhi’er! Where have you been?" Bai Xilie immediately got down from the Dragon Chariot.
He took his daughter’s small hand into his arms, shielding it, afraid his precious daughter would catch cold in the freezing weather.
Bai Xilie still didn’t forget to cast a cautious glance at Feng Fuce several times.