Chapter Ninety-Three Strolling in the Garden
Huo Lin's eyes flickered slightly, his heart already bursting with joy.
She's going to cook for me.
However, her leg isn't fully healed yet, so she can't overexert herself.
But I'm so excited...
"Um."
Huo Lin responded lightly, then bent down and picked her up.
He gently placed Jiang Huan on the wheelchair, his fingers inadvertently brushing against her waist before quickly withdrawing.
Have you lost weight recently?
[The imperial kitchen should prepare more tonics.]
Hearing Huo Lin's thoughts, Jiang Huan glanced down at her waist.
She's doing well just staying in bed all day to take care of her legs and hasn't gained weight.
It must be that the emperor is blinded by love again.
Jiang Huan tried turning the wheelchair and found that the axles were incredibly smooth, and the armrests were carefully wrapped with soft silk to prevent chafing.
"Your Majesty's cooking is truly excellent," Jiang Huan exclaimed sincerely.
Huo Lin's lips curled up almost imperceptibly, but he quickly suppressed it.
"I'm glad you like it," Huo Lin said casually. "Would you like to take a stroll in the Imperial Garden?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Huan nodded repeatedly.
"I'm going."
Finally, I can go out for some fresh air. I was so cooped up inside that I felt like mushrooms were growing on my body.
Huo Lin looked into her bright eyes and his heart softened.
[You're happy so easily.]
I should have made this wheelchair sooner.
Huo Lin nodded with feigned aloofness, walked behind the wheelchair, and pushed it out.
Just as Wang Degui was about to follow, he was stopped by a look from him.
In the Imperial Garden, flowers of all colors are vying for attention.
Huo Lin pushed the wheelchair along the cobblestone path, deliberately slowing his pace.
"Your Majesty, look how beautifully that peony is blooming!" Jiang Huan excitedly pointed to a cluster of pink and white peonies.
Huo Lin looked in the direction she was pointing and nodded.
"That's good."
Her smile is so beautiful, much more beautiful than any of the flowers.
I wish I could take walks with her like this every day.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Huan's heart began to race, and she quickly changed the subject: "There seems to be a pavilion over there. Shall we rest there for a while?"
Huo Lin hummed in agreement and pushed her toward the pavilion.
Several palace maids encountered on the way, and they were all astonished to see the emperor personally pushing his wheelchair.
In the pavilion, Huo Lin poured a cup of tea and handed it to Jiang Huan.
"Be careful, it's hot."
Jiang Huan took the teacup and deliberately exaggeratedly exclaimed, "Oh dear, what virtue or ability do I possess to have His Majesty personally pour tea for me?"
Huo Lin glanced at her: "Good to know."
[If she likes it, I can pour it for her every day.]
But I can't say that, or she'll get smug.
Jiang Huan pursed her lips and chuckled to herself. The Emperor's hypocrisy was truly hopeless.
As the two were talking, they suddenly heard footsteps in the distance.
"Your Majesty." Consort Jia rushed over with her maids, and was clearly taken aback when she saw Jiang Huan in the wheelchair. "Sister Jiang is here too."
She's such an eyesore; she's everywhere.
Seeing that Consort Jia was also exasperated, Jiang Huan gave her a curt greeting and returned the greeting.
"Your Highness, Imperial Concubine."
Huo Lin's expression was cold: "What is it?"
Consort Jia did not miss the disdain in Huo Lin's eyes, but she forced a smile.
"Your Majesty, I have heard that a new restaurant has opened outside the palace, with novel dishes. I would like to invite Your Majesty to try it together."
As she spoke, she glanced meaningfully at Jiang Huan's legs.
"However, Sister Jiang has difficulty walking and is probably unable to go. Perhaps I should have someone send Sister Jiang back first?"
Jiang Huan rolled her eyes inwardly; Consort Jia's intentions were far too obvious.
Isn't it just that he thinks she's in his way and wants to be alone with the Emperor?
Huo Lin also refused to buy it.
"It's alright, I'll take her with me."
Consort Jia's smile froze on her face: "This... is Sister Jiang's leg..."
“There are wheelchairs.” Huo Lin said succinctly.
She must be bored staying in the palace for so many days; it's a good opportunity to take her out for a walk to cheer her up.
Jiang Huan was very pleased to hear this sentiment.
I originally thought I could only wander around the palace, but I was pleasantly surprised to be able to go outside.
Consort Jia was caught in a dilemma and had no choice but to agree.
So, half an hour later, the group appeared in the busiest street in the capital.
Huo Lin changed into casual clothes and pushed Jiang Huan's wheelchair in front, with Consort Jia following behind, her face ashen as if she had swallowed a fly.
"Your Majesty, this is the Drunken Immortal Pavilion." Consort Jia pointed to a lavishly decorated restaurant in front of her.
Huo Lin nodded and pushed Jiang Huan inside.
Seeing that the group had an extraordinary air about them, the waiter quickly led them to a private room on the second floor.
Inside the private room, Huo Lin pushed Jiang Huan's wheelchair to the window so she could overlook the street view.
Just as Consort Jia was about to sit down next to Huo Lin, she saw that the Emperor had already naturally sat down next to Jiang Huan.
"What's special about this place?" Huo Lin asked casually.
Upon hearing this, Consort Jia quickly replied, "I've heard that several new Jiangnan-style pastries have recently appeared, and also..."
"I didn't ask you," Huo Lin coldly interrupted her.
Consort Jia's face stiffened, and she nearly tore the handkerchief in her hand to shreds.
However, with the Emperor present, she could do nothing but secretly glare at Jiang Huan.
The waiter noticed everyone's reactions and cleverly turned to Jiang Huan.
"Madam, our shop's newest crystal peach blossom cake and jade rolls are the most popular. We also have a golden thread jujube pastry, which is the shopkeeper's specialty. Please try it."
Jiang Huan immediately nodded: "It sounds intriguing, I want to try them all."
Huo Lin caught a glimpse of her greedy expression, and a smile appeared in his eyes.
The way she looks makes it seem as if I've been starving her.
[But as long as she likes it, that's fine. Maybe I should learn to do it myself; it'll make her happy in the future.]
Upon hearing this thought, Jiang Huan secretly pursed her lips.
With Huo Lin's cooking skills, he shouldn't waste the ingredients.
In addition to these pastries, they also ordered other dishes.
Soon, the waiter brought up all the prepared food.
The main dishes were simple, home-style cooking, but the desserts were of exceptional quality.
The crystal peach blossom cake is crystal clear, the jade white roll is emerald green, and the most eye-catching is the golden thread jujube pastry.
Golden flaky pastry stretches out into fine, hair-like threads, encasing plump jujubes.
Jiang Huan took a bite of the Golden Thread Jujube Pastry. The crispy outer layer melted in her mouth, and the sweet aroma of the jujubes was just right.
"It's so delicious!" she exclaimed. "How can the pastry be made so crispy?"
Huo Lin watched her eat with a smile on her face, and his mood brightened as well.
Ah! She looks so cute eating.
There's a sugar stain on her lips; I really want to wipe it off for her.
No, calm down, we're outside.
Jiang Huan was enjoying her meal when she quickly wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, and sure enough, she found some sugar stains on it.
I never imagined that mind-reading could also function as a mirror.
But the Emperor should have looked at himself in this "mirror" enough by now; it's not right for him to keep staring at himself like this!
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