6:15 PM.

Qiyuntai, in the garden pavilion.

"Brother, these noodles don't taste right..."

Situ Ye quickly made a bowl of meat noodles for Han Yichen, but Han Yichen frowned slightly after taking just one bite.

"What's wrong?"

Hua Qingcheng glanced at Han Yichen suspiciously, then she snatched the chopsticks from his hand and took two bites of the noodles. As if not satisfied, Hua Qingcheng not only took a few more chopsticks but also took several sips of the soup from the bowl.

"Achen, isn't this delicious? Aye cooked it very well! He specially cooked noodles for you, you can't find fault with it!" Hua Qingcheng looked at Han Yichen with pretended anger.

The palms and backs of the hands are all made of flesh. Although Hua Qingcheng felt sorry for Han Yichen, she also didn't want to hurt Situ Ye's feelings.

"Little Allure~"

Seeing that Hua Qingcheng seemed angry, Han Yichen pursed his lips slightly, looking aggrieved.

"Wife, my third brother is pregnant now, so it's normal for him to be a little picky about words. Please don't blame him." Situ Ye consoled her.

Situ Ye, who has Tian Lang's memories, is a bit chauvinistic. He doesn't care about these details at all, let alone get angry with Han Yichen over such a small matter. In addition to Hua Qingcheng and his brothers, he also has a sense of family and country in his heart.

Situ Ye diligently practices martial arts every day. Besides strengthening his physique and protecting those he wants to protect, he also secretly longs for the day when he can once again ride a majestic horse and bravely fight on the battlefield. He also longs to visit Zhaoyang Country, where Tianlang once lived, and avenge Tianlang and his family, clearing their wrongs and grievances...

"Qingqing, it's because my second brother cooked the noodles so deliciously that my third brother thinks the taste is wrong!"

Just as Hua Qingcheng was having a headache because of Han Yichen's pickyness, a gentle and extremely charming voice suddenly rang out. Hua Qingcheng and the other two looked in the direction of the voice. The figure approaching from the courtyard gate, who else could it be but Mu Lige?

He was dressed in a dark-colored court robe for the Crown Princess. Although he was pregnant, his tall and slender figure was still graceful. His every move revealed a dignified, elegant and noble temperament, which was very pleasing to the eye. He was like a beautiful walking landscape.

"Brother Li?!"

Mu Lige's due date is getting closer and closer. Hua Qingcheng didn't expect him to come here with a big belly, so she quickly got up from her seat and walked forward.

"Greetings to Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess!"

Outside the pavilion, Shu Mo and Li Xiang, who were supporting Li Ge on either side, were about to salute Hua Qingcheng, but were waved away by her.

"I'm coming, you guys wait aside."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Hua Qingcheng and Situ Ye, who arrived shortly after, helped Mu Lige to sit on the stone bench in the pavilion.

"Qingqing, second brother, I can actually walk on my own." Mu Lige gave a faint, wry smile. These two people all acted as if he was incapable of taking care of himself.

"Brother Li, it's always better to be safe."

Hua Qingcheng squatted down in front of Mu Lige and touched his belly. Because she was afraid of irritating Mu Lige (causing contractions), Hua Qingcheng's movements were very gentle and soothing.

Mu Lige felt as if a feather was gently brushing against his belly, which made him feel itchy and almost wanted to laugh, but he managed to restrain himself.

"Are Da Mao and Er Mao good boys?"

Hua Qingcheng wrapped her arms around Mu Lige's waist and pressed her ear and face against his stomach, trying to listen through his clothes to hear what was happening inside. Suddenly, she was violently kicked in the face by a bulging foot...

"Xiao Qingcheng, Damao is the name of the two thousand year old ice toad of our second master." Han Yichen tugged at Hua Qingcheng's sleeve and reminded her.

"Ermao has the same name as Cheng Minggui's son." Situ Ye also whispered in Hua Qingcheng's ear.

Hua Qingcheng's whole body stiffened when she heard this.

But when Hua Qingcheng looked up at Mu Lige leisurely, and saw that Mu Lige's expression didn't seem to change, Hua Qingcheng felt relieved. You know, the first time she and Mu Lige quarreled was because of Cheng Minggui...

When Mu Lige thought of the names his young wife had given to her four personal maids, he rubbed his forehead with a bit of a helpless smile. He knew in his heart that she was just bad at naming, but he didn't blame her.

However, Mu Lige maintained an unfazed appearance, which made Hua Qingcheng feel even more guilty. She hadn't really cared about those insignificant people and things, but she hadn't expected to mess up when naming her child...

“Cough cough cough…”

"Brother Li, what did you mean when you said that Erlang made the noodles so delicious that the third brother thought the taste was wrong?"

Hua Qingcheng released her arms around Mu Lige, pretended to be calm and stood up to sit next to him, then decisively changed the subject.

"Qingqing, have you forgotten? The food my second brother used to cook... that taste..."

Mu Lige raised his hand and gently scratched Hua Qingcheng's nose, smiling gently and warmly, more comfortable and pleasant than the spring breeze, and even warmer than the sun.

"No way?"

Hua Qingcheng's mouth twitched slightly when she heard this, and she looked at Han Yichen in disbelief.

"Achen, you...are you really missing...the food that Aye used to cook...that taste..."

Thinking back to the half-cooked rice made by Situ Ye, the dishes that looked unrecognizable, and the sweet, salty, bitter, sour and astringent taste that made her scalp tingle, Hua Qingcheng couldn't help but tremble all over.

Seeing Han Yichen nodding at her with a pair of sincere eyes, Hua Qingcheng was petrified on the spot.

My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It will be even more exciting later!