After some thought, Zong Zhengchen decided to cook himself and make the dishes that Qin Ye used to like to awaken her memory.

kitchen.

When I walked into the kitchen, I saw an unexpected figure.

Jun Qingyu!

Behind the stove, the third prince of the dynasty was wearing an elegant robe and the most ordinary apron. He held a plate in his left hand and a spatula in his right hand, busying himself in the cooking.

He is so noble that he doesn't fit in the kitchen filled with heavy smell of oil smoke.

"What are you doing here?" Jun Qingyu asked.

Ever since Jun Yuyang dismissed the cook, Qin Ye's meals have been taken care of by the three brothers. Now that Jun Yuyang has gone to Jiangnan and Jun Yilin has gone to the palace to participate in politics, this important task naturally fell on his shoulders.

Zong Zhengchen walked into the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves with his long, strong fingers.

"Get out, I'll do it."

Jun Qingyu's face turned dark.

For him, the happiest thing is to cook for his sister and see his sister and two little nephews eat their fill.

How could he give in?

"The kitchen is mine!" He stretched out his arm, blocking the stove and not allowing Zong Zhengchen to get close. "Go wherever you want."

Zong Zhengchen looked at him disdainfully, "You don't know Ye'er's taste, let me do it."

"I know she likes to eat fish, and I can make it, so don't worry about it. Get out!"

"You get out."

"Get out!"

Two men, one wants to enter the kitchen, the other is not allowed to enter; one wants to pick up the apron, the other takes the pot; one wants to grab the chopping board, the other goes to get the kitchen knife.

After several rounds of fighting, the two men looked at each other with fierce eyes.

"Zong Zhengchen, I've already stayed for you, don't push your luck! Cooking is my job."

"Oh, is it because of guilt? Or are you afraid that I will awaken her memory and she will hate you and alienate you."

"you!"

Jun Qingyu's eyes were filled with fire, and he choked with anger, glaring at him fiercely.

Two pairs of equally sharp eyes collided with each other, creating an invisible battlefield in the air. The heat in the kitchen rose, and the air became oppressive and tight.

It's like a balloon with huge pressure, expanding and expanding.

Suddenly, it was punctured.

explode!

The two are about to fight!

Bang!

boom!

Bang!

“Ouch!”

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In the evening, Ling Yixing was busy in the palace and did not come back for dinner. Qin Ye took the two children to wash their hands and went to the front hall. As soon as they sat down, two men came quickly with their own trays.

"Xiao Ye, it's time to eat."

"Princess, it's time to eat!"

Two trays, containing two dishes and one soup, a total of six dishes, were placed in front of Qin Ye.

This dish...

The spicy chicken cubes were black and lumpy; the hot and sour potato shreds were fried into hot and sour French fries, which were very big; and the mushroom soup had suspicious chili oil floating on top...

It emits a strange smell.

He looked up again and saw the two men.

Jun Qingyu's hair was a mess, the hem of his clothes was burnt with a big hole, and his collar was messy, as if he had just returned from the battlefield.

Looking at Fu Jun again, his condition was slightly better, but his face was blackened by the smoke from the cooking stove, and there was a green cabbage leaf stuck in his hair.

Wei Xi and Zi Ye opened their mouths in surprise:

Daddy, Third Prince, are you... going to the war?

"Xiao Ye, try your favorite pickled fish!" Jun Qingyu picked up the silver chopsticks and put them into Qin Ye's hand.

"Princess, this is the spicy chicken I made, please try it."

Zong Zhengchen knew her preferences. She once said that she was from southern Hunan and loved spicy food the most.

During the months of her pregnancy, he didn't allow her to eat spicy food. She would always sneak out and buy spicy dried fish and eat all kinds of junk food behind his back.

Jun Qingyu took a step forward and pushed Zong Zhengchen out with his body.

"Xiao Ye, don't eat his black soup. What spicy chicken cubes are they? I think they are just charcoal. Eat my pickled fish."

Zong Zhengchen lowered his eyes.

How dare you say his spicy chicken is charcoal? In his entire life, he had only been in the kitchen for Qin Ye.

"Third Prince, did you put too much vinegar in your pickled fish? It's so sour that my teeth are about to fall out. Are you heartbroken? It's so sour."

Jun Qingyu turned around, glared at him, and said unhappily, "Look at what you cooked. It's so black. I even suspect you put poison in it."

Zong Zhengchen refused to give in, "Your fish isn't much better, you haven't even scraped off all the scales."

"Look at your spicy chicken, it's just a piece of garbage!"

"You look like pickled fish to me, sour, vegetable, and unnecessary."

“…”

Qin Ye, holding chopsticks, sat on the side, watching the two bickering. With his mouth slightly open and a dishevelled look, he said: "..."