The outer layer of the bamboo tube is wrapped with three layers of waterproof wax paper.
Baili Xuanlang picked up the sealed bamboo tube and asked, "Are you sure it can keep the water warm?"
Duan Yuzhuo: "It should be no problem. The princess will definitely be able to eat a meal that is even hotter than yesterday."
"Master, the hot medicine is ready." Qi Feng came over with three leather pots, "Two doses of medicine, and one dose of pigeon soup."
"Okay! Let's go now."
Tonight went relatively smoothly. Baili Xuanlang climbed to the skylight and did not see any of the Song family members coming to scare him.
"Eldest sister, I'm here. Today I have your favorite squab."
Baili Xuanlang made a mark on the bamboo tube, quickly found several bamboo tubes containing squabs, opened them, and handed them to Baili Qingluan, and also handed over the leather bag pot containing squab soup.
"Eldest sister, drink some soup to warm yourself up first. I added some nourishing herbs to the stewed pigeon."
"Did you cook it yourself?"
Baili Xuanlang said, "My cooking may not be as delicious as what my elder sister cooked for me back then, but it should be nutritious enough."
Baili Qingluan was very touched. In her memory, her brother never stepped into the kitchen.
During these eight years without him, Langlang not only grew taller, but also became more and more elegant and even learned how to make soup.
She missed eight years of spending time with her family.
Baili Qingluan quickly took a sip of the pigeon soup and praised it highly, "Langlang, the pigeon soup you cooked is delicious, even better than mine. I'll make you a nice meal after we leave here."
Baili Xuanlang's black eyes sparkled with anticipation.
He hadn't eaten the food cooked by his eldest sister for a long time. The food was not only generous in portion but also very delicious.
He still remembers what his eldest sister said back then, "Cooking is easy. You'll learn it after watching the imperial chef cook for a few days."
"Sister, I'm really looking forward to it. I haven't had your cooking in eight years."
Baili Qingluan's heart ached. "Then tell me what you want to eat in the future, and I'll make it for you."
Baili Xuanlang nodded, "Okay, I understand, but you have to eat it quickly now, it won't taste good if it gets cold."
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