He stared at Zhou Wu for a long moment before saying, "Uncle Zhou, there's only Han Zhan in this world. Dugu Jie is long gone. You can call me Han Zhan, or Mr. Han, or Little Han."
Zhou Wu's respect and awe for Dugu Jie were etched into his bones, and it was difficult for him to remain calm when he saw Han Zhan.
Han Zhan understood Zhou Wu's feelings. Born in the era of monarchy, no one dared to disrespect the emperor. Any act of contempt or offense could result in the death of one's head.
Han Zhan knew he couldn't persuade Zhou Wu, so he said, "Don't do this when there are people around." After a pause, he said, "I don't want to be thought of as a mental patient."
Friday nodded quickly and said, "I understand, Your Majesty."
Han Zhan corrected him again: "Call me Mr. Han."
Friday: "...Mr. Han."
Han Zhan went into the kitchen to cook, and Zhou Wu followed him in.
He saw Han Zhan pick up the wok and was about to wash it, so he hurried forward to grab the wok from Han Zhan's hand and said, "Your Majesty, please take a rest. I will take care of these things! Your Majesty's hands hold the imperial pen and sword, how can you touch pots and pans?"
Han Zhan: "..."
Fifteen minutes later, Friday prepared a large bowl of beef noodles. It smelled spicy and numbing, and just looking at it made me hungry.
Zhou Wu held the chopsticks with both hands and handed them to Han Zhan: "Your Majesty, please use them."
Han Zhan couldn't stand Zhou Wu's behavior as a subject, so he took the bowl of noodles and fled upstairs. Song Ci saw Han Zhan taking the noodles back to his room to eat, and she was a little surprised, "Why are you eating in your room? It will smell."
Han Zhan sighed, "There's a guy downstairs who keeps kneeling down and calling you Your Majesty. It's giving me a headache."
Song Ci laughed, then got out of bed and walked to Han Zhan's side. She stared at the bowl of noodles in front of Han Zhan and suddenly called out, "Your Majesty."
Han Zhan trembled all over, and his hand holding the chopsticks was a little unsteady.
When others called him "Your Majesty", he would only feel helpless, but when Song Ci called him "Your Majesty", Han Zhan wanted to cry. Han Zhan put down his chopsticks, turned his head and said to Song Ci: "You calling me "Your Majesty" is like asking for my life."
Song Ci fell silent.
"Porcelain treasure."
Han Zhan held Song Ci's hand with his broken right hand and hid it in his pajama pocket. He picked up a piece of noodles with his left hand, took a bite, and bit into several peppercorns.
Han Zhan frowned and pushed the bowl of noodles away in disgust. "Too many peppercorns."
Song Ci picked up his chopsticks, carefully picked out all the peppercorns from the bowl of noodles, wrapped them in a tissue and threw them into the trash can.
Only then did Han Zhan agree to eat the bowl of noodles.
While he was eating noodles, Song Ci propped her cheek with her hands and tilted her head to look at him. "You are more handsome than Dugu Jie."
Han Zhan was not jealous of his previous life. He said, "It's my father's fault for his bad genes." If it weren't for his mother's beauty, Dugu Jie would be even uglier.
In this life, with the excellent genes of Han Mulan and Edward, Han Zhan will look good no matter how he looks.
Song Ci was amused by Han Zhan's words. She suddenly thought of something and her expression changed slightly, "Oh, we didn't use contraception tonight."
Han Zhan said, "I did it on purpose."
There were tools in his suitcase, but he didn't use them. He was eager to have more children with Song Ci. Song Ci was almost depressed by her first child, and now she was worried about being pregnant.
But when she thought about how she and Han Zhan didn't even have a child in her previous life, she wanted to have another child with Han Zhan. She touched her belly and said, "After a year and a half of caesarean section, I can prepare for pregnancy now, right?"
"Well, don't worry, I won't let anything happen to you."
Speaking of pregnancy, Song Ci thought of her teacher's wife. She found her phone and said, "Godmother Rongrong is due soon, right? I'll ask the teacher if she's given birth yet."
Han Zhan checked his watch and said to Song Ci, "It's very late. Teacher Shen might be asleep."
"No, I know the teacher's personality very well. Rongrong's godmother is about to give birth, and the teacher will definitely not be able to sleep these days." Song Ci sent a WeChat message to Shen Yubei: [Teacher, are you asleep?]
Chen Yubei: [No.]
Song Ci pouted at Han Zhan and said, "I told you, the teacher must not be asleep yet."
Han Zhan hummed and said, "You make the call, and I'll eat noodles."
"good."
Song Ci took her phone to the small balcony. She leaned against the railing and called Shen Yubei. Shen Yubei answered the phone and asked, "Is the due date accurate? Will it be early?"
Song Ci laughed, "Teacher, have you been having trouble sleeping these days?"
Shen Yubei nodded, "How can I sleep? When I think about your godmother giving birth, my heart is in turmoil."
When he answered the phone, Shen Yubei was sitting in the baby's room. He said, "I'm packing. I've been packing things off and on these past few days. I'm afraid your master's wife will be too hasty during her attack and forget something."
Song Ci then listed all the things she used during production. As she read, Shen Yubei sorted out the list.
Finally, he found that everything he needed was there, and he even prepared some extra things. Shen Yubei finally felt relieved. "Everything is ready."
"Teacher, don't be too nervous."
"Why am I not nervous?" Shen Yubei's heart tightened. He said, "Your master's wife is an elderly mother, and doctors don't recommend natural childbirth. When I think about your master's wife having to undergo surgery even though she's in good health, I get panicked."
Song Ci was fed a handful of dog food, so sweet and naive.
She chatted with Shen Yubei about some things about maternity confinement. While they were talking, Shen Yubei suddenly heard Di Rongrong in the next room shouting: "Beibei! Beibei!"
Shen Yubei’s heart trembled, “Your master’s wife is calling me!”
Shen Yubei quickly stood up, opened the door and walked out. He pushed open the door of the master bedroom, walked in, and saw Di Rongrong standing up with the help of the bed.
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