Chapter 574 The Most Important Thing

When Qiu Ling came with gifts, Song Yanxi was busy making longevity noodles in the kitchen.

Looking at the pile of noodles in the pot, she smiled and comforted her, "This is your first time cooking, and it's pretty good that you can make something like this."

She gestured in the air with her hands and suggested, "Sister, why don't you try pulling it left and right? I remember that's how mom made longevity noodles for my brother."

Song Yanxi nodded, turned around and continued to struggle with the dough.

She knew that she had no talent in cooking, but she never expected that she would be so bad.

If I really serve this bowl of noodles on the table, I’m afraid the little girl will laugh at me to death.

Looking at Song Yanxi fighting with the ball, Qiu Ling was scratching his head anxiously. He wanted to help but felt it was not appropriate.

Outside the door, the two cooks were putting their heads close together, also secretly looking at the future mistress of their palace.

The fat woman whispered, "The future princess doesn't even know how to cook. How will she take care of the prince and the young master in the future?"

The other person's eyes turned sharp when he heard this.

She asked coldly, "If the princess needs to do the rough work, what are we maids and servants for?"

The fat woman was about to retort when she heard her say, "Come on, follow me to see the housekeeper."

"What do you want to see the butler for?"

"I'll settle your wages for this month. Now pack up and get out of here."

Without waiting for the old woman to say anything, the man warned, "If you startle the future princess, it won't be as simple as just getting out of here."

As she dragged the fat woman out, the cook cursed softly, "It's a pity that the master treats us so well on weekdays, yet you dare to make irresponsible remarks about the future princess? I think you are so bold."

As soon as she finished speaking, the cook spotted a dark figure and hurried to salute.

Mo Jinchuan shook his head at her and said silently, "Step back first."

The cook hurriedly bowed, grabbed the fat woman and said, "Get out of here! Don't force me to use violence."

As they walked further away, she lowered her voice and said, "Everyone knows that the prince regards the future princess as his own. Not to mention that she's not proficient in cooking, even if she's not physically active, you can't say a word of disapproval."

Mo Jinchuan: "..."

Was his expression so obvious?

It’s not appropriate. You should be more restrained in the future.

When he stepped into the kitchen, Mo Jinchuan discovered that Qiu Ling was there too.

Seeing him, Qiu Ling hurriedly wanted to salute, but was stopped by his eyes.

Realizing that her presence might be an eyesore, Qiu Ling lightened her steps and slowly backed away.

Only after he retreated to the door did he breathe a sigh of relief and turned away.

He looked resolute, as if he had made some kind of decision, and he didn't even dare to look back.

Hearing the approaching footsteps, Song Yanxi said without turning her head: "Ling'er, go to the yard to play with Jiaojiao first, I'll be there soon."

Looking at the dough that she couldn't knead finely, Mo Jinchuan reminded her gently, "The dough is a little too hard. Adding some water will make it better."

Song Yanxi frowned and said, "We can't add any more. The ones just now were too soft. They stuck together before they were even put into the pan."

After she finished speaking, she suddenly realized that there was something wrong with the voice.

Ling'er's voice is far less rough than this.

She turned her head to take a look, quickly crumpled the dough behind her into a ball, and forced a smile, "Why is the prince here?"

Didn't they agree on a division of labor? She came to the kitchen to make longevity noodles, and he was responsible for taking care of the little ones and preventing them from coming over to make trouble.

The most important thing is that Jiaojiao must not see the surprise arranged in the front yard in advance.

Zixu is a big mouth. If he sees it, it means Jiaojiao has seen it too.

Compared to her, the prince really has a long way to go.

Mo Jinchuan chuckled and said, "Don't worry, An Yi is playing shuttlecock with the kids, they won't be able to come over for a while."

Thinking of the funny look of the tall and strong An Yi, who was trying to play shuttlecock with a few little guys, Song Yanxi couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips.

Today's situation is really difficult for him.

Pinching the hard dough in her hand, Song Yanxi felt that perhaps she should listen to Mo Jinchuan and add a little more water.

She was making noodles, not wooden sticks, so it would be easier to eat if it was softer.

Just as I was thinking about it, I noticed that Mo Jinchuan rolled up his sleeves and went to wash his hands.

Song Yanxi was about to refuse his help when she heard Mo Jinchuan say, "I heard that when parents make longevity noodles for their children, they must be sincere enough to bless their children with safety and longevity."

"Is there such a saying?"

"Of course. When I was ten years old, my father heard about this and excitedly made longevity noodles for me."

"I never thought Your Majesty had such skills."

"He was afraid that it would be unlucky if the noodles broke, so he served them out half-cooked."

Song Yanxi knew without Mo Jinchuan saying much that eating uncooked noodles would cause vomiting and diarrhea.

Your Majesty's fatherly love is indeed so heavy that it is unbearable.

Looking at the noodles in the pot that couldn't even be called noodles, Song Yanxi said with a worried look on her face, "I originally thought that someone would prepare longevity noodles for Jiaojiao's birthday at the Princess's Mansion.

If I had known this earlier, I would have practiced more at home."

Now that it’s in this state, I definitely can’t send it to the little girl.

Mo Jinchuan took the dough from her hand, put it in the basin, and comforted her while adding water: "It's okay, I'll prepare the noodles, you just prepare the eggs and vegetables."

He gently reminded, "You can add more vegetables. Jiaojiao is a picky eater and doesn't like vegetables.

If it was the vegetables in the longevity noodles you made, she would definitely eat it all out of courtesy.”

Song Yanxi stood aside, listening in a state of confusion.

Can this still be considered the noodles she made?

As if he had guessed something, Mo Jinchuan smiled and asked, "Do you remember what I just said?"

Seeing Song Yanxi hesitate for a moment, he said, "The most important thing about longevity noodles is the intention of the parents. It doesn't matter who made it."

Song Yanxi didn't pay attention to the specific words when he spoke just now, but she heard this sentence clearly.

Was he deliberately taking advantage of her?

Song Yanxi was just thinking about it when she saw that the dough, which had been unruly in her hands, seemed to have changed in Mo Jinchuan's hands.

Let him do whatever he wants without getting angry at all.

She was shocked and couldn't help asking, "How did the prince make noodles so obedient?"

Mo Jinchuan raised his eyes to look at her, and raised the corner of his lips slightly, "Secret."

Seeing the pride in his eyes, Song Yanxi was silent for a moment, then turned around to look for eggs.

She doesn’t know how to make longevity noodles, but beating an egg is no problem for her.

When I was practicing medicine, I occasionally encountered women who were weak before and after childbirth. Eggs boiled in brown sugar were the best tonic at that time.

Sitting on a small stool beside the stove, Song Yanxi added firewood to the hearth while watching Mo Jinchuan kneading dough next to her. She asked curiously, "Your Highness, did you learn how to make longevity noodles from His Majesty?"

Mo Jinchuan paused and said in a deep voice, "No."

His back was facing away, so Song Yanxi couldn't see his expression, but she could clearly feel that his tone was wrong.

The next moment, she heard him say, "The first bowl of longevity noodles I ate was made by my eldest brother himself."

Isn’t his eldest brother the former crown prince?