At the Ninth Prince's command, the meal was immediately served, still steaming hot, clearly prepared in advance. Small portions were arranged together, looking very appetizing.

The Ninth Prince seemed to be in good spirits, but his fever had just subsided, his lips were still pale, and his face was ashen, so the Empress had not yet allowed him to get out of bed.

Breakfast was brought into the room, and a young woman named Dongmei was carrying a bowl of milk cheese to feed the Ninth Prince.

Qi Qi immediately stepped aside and stood to the side, glancing at the table.

The Ninth Prince took two bites and then stopped eating, pointing at Qi Qi with his finger: "Give it to him."

Dongmei gently advised, "Your Highness, please eat a few more bites. You haven't eaten much since last night."

The Ninth Prince's previously calm face darkened, and he reverted to his aloof yet slightly irritable demeanor: "Get out, all of you get out."

Dongmei's expression changed. She wanted to say something, but seeing his bad expression, she could only bow, put down the bowl, and tiptoe out.

The Ninth Prince's expression was displeased: "Eat."

Seeing Qi Qi standing there motionless, he twitched his lips: "Scared?"

It's natural for a person to have a bad temper if they live in an environment where they can't sleep well and are prone to illness. Besides, the Ninth Prince felt that given his status, what did it matter if he had a bad temper? Only people of low status need to use humility and kindness to cover up their incompetence.

He added, "What's there to be afraid of?"

Qi Qi felt a little uncomfortable with the scene before him. Recalling the looks the palace maids had given him before they left, he picked up the bowl of milk cheese and leaned against the bed. The bed was a bit high, so Qi Qi just leaned against it.

Just when the Ninth Prince thought he was going to "urge him to eat," Qi Qi picked up his bowl and started eating by himself. The white, tender cheese, like jelly, trembled as it was served in a spoon.

Qi Qi ate it in one gulp.

Watching the chubby boy eat one bite after another, his eyes growing brighter and brighter, after finishing this bowl, he ran to the table next to him, looked left and right, picked out a bowl he liked, and then ran back with it: "Your Highness, would you like some white fungus soup?"

The Ninth Prince shook his head, and Qi Qi immediately started eating. He stood by the bedside and ate, but he ate the bowl of porridge as if it were a delicacy.

The Ninth Prince asked suspiciously, "You did this on purpose, didn't you?"

Qi Qi: "What do you mean by 'on purpose'? I got up early this morning and haven't had breakfast yet."

The Ninth Prince sneered, "I know, you're trying to lure me into eating with this trick."

Qi Qi shook his head, finished his small bowl, and then brought up a bowl of chicken soup with the oil skimmed off and simmered lamb: "Your Highness, would you like some of this?"

The Ninth Prince squinted and shook his head.

Qi Qi, showing off, ate until his mouth was greasy, his chubby face growing even rounder... He even remembered to take out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth, and then brought over a bowl of mashed yam: "Your Highness..."

The Ninth Prince shook his head.

The fifth bowl, Qi Qi had just brought to the bedside when he started eating without even asking any questions. It contained a small pearl-shaped dumpling, no bigger than a little fingernail, plump and cute in appearance, made with finely pounded fish paste, and extremely fresh in taste. There were nine small dumplings in the bowl, and Qi Qi even drank the soup.

The Ninth Prince saw him go and take the sixth bowl: "..."

Okay, he understands now. This little fat boy is really hungry; he's not even pretending anymore. No wonder he's so fat!

The key is that it tastes really good, one bite after another, cheeks bulging... Is this stuff really that delicious?

Thinking this, the Ninth Prince asked the question.

Qi Qi wiped his mouth again, determined to be a clean baby. He said, "It was especially delicious, but it was all bland and the portions were small. I finished it in three bites. By the way, Your Highness, don't you like spicy food?"

Ninth Prince: "...You've really gone for it."

Qi Qi brought over the seventh bowl, which was a soup made with finely sliced ​​pork tripe. It smelled a bit medicinal. Qi Qi had eaten medicinal cuisine in modern times, but he didn't particularly like the taste. There were nine bowls on the table, and Qi Qi was already quite full. He just didn't like to waste food, so he took a sip to taste it.

It's actually quite delicious!

The Ninth Prince could tell from his eyes that the soup probably tasted pretty good. After thinking for a moment, he said, "This prince wants to drink some too."

"ah?"

Ninth Prince: "..." Is he reluctant to part with it?

Qi Qi was not reluctant at all, since his stomach was almost full. The bed was a bit high and Qi Qi couldn't reach it, so he put the bowl on the bedside table, propped himself up on his hands, jumped up, and sat on the edge of the bed.

She picked up the bowl again, stirred it like Aunt Dongmei did, and scooped a spoonful to feed the Ninth Prince: "Ah..."

The Ninth Prince was speechless. He thought to himself, "I have hands!" But the spoon was almost poking his mouth when he saw the little fat boy's expectant look. So he had no choice but to open his mouth with a sour face.

This was the first time in Qi Qiji's life that he had fed such a small human. He felt like he was back in his days as a nanny, and a strange sense of professional accomplishment welled up inside him...

And while it's true that the Ninth Prince likes to have a grumpy face and tease people, he really is a very beautiful human cub.

Seeing that he had drunk it, Qi Qi happily praised, "What a good boy, great job! Ah~ one more sip~"

The Ninth Prince nearly choked, suspecting he'd misheard due to lack of sleep: "What did you call me?"

Qi Qi: "Good baby, eat your food properly."

The Ninth Prince's body trembled. He took a deep breath, feeling as if his entire body was enveloped in a wave of heat from head to toe. His handsome face was filled with shock: "How dare you!"

Qi Qi's arms were getting sore from holding it up: "Sweetie, drink this first, ah~"

"Qi Laibao! What are you doing! Who gave you the right to call me 'Your Highness' like that!"

The Ninth Prince's ears were practically steaming, and his mouth opened involuntarily as a bowl of soup was inexplicably stuffed into his mouth.

He took a bite, and Qi Qi praised him.

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