Upon hearing this, Feng Xin pulled Rong Qingqing and headed straight for the kitchen.
Xie Jingyi straightened up, looked in the direction the two had left, and bit her lip.
What exactly did Rong Qingqing do to become so close to the Seventh Princess?
She frowned.
However, Rong Qingqing has a wound on her forehead, so she must have been punished by the Seventh Princess.
Thinking of this, she felt a little comforted.
However, the close relationship between the Seventh Princess and Rong Qingqing was not what she wanted to see.
The Seventh Princess should dislike Rong Qingqing and cause her trouble.
She frowned, a hint of gloom in her expression.
Since Feng Xin also needed to go to the kitchen, Rong Qingqing had no choice but to take her to the main kitchen.
Upon arriving at the kitchen, Rong Qingqing said to Feng Xin, "Seventh Princess, the kitchen is very smoky, you'd better not go in."
"No, I want to watch you cook." Feng Xin said righteously and firmly.
Rong Qingqing glanced at her and knew that she actually wanted to learn how to cook in order to please Xie Jingrun.
Seeing her insistence, she didn't say anything more.
It's truly astonishing that someone of such high birth would condescend to enter the kitchen.
"So this is what a kitchen looks like." Feng Xin looked around, her eyes filled with both disdain and curiosity.
Rong Qingqing was speechless in response.
Your Highness doesn't think the kitchen is made of gold and jewels, does she?
"By the way, what are you cooking for lunch? Is there anything I can do to help?" Feng Xin asked, leaning closer to her.
Considering her presence, Rong Qingqing had already dismissed all the cooks when she entered.
Right now, she's picking out the dishes to make for lunch.
"Make a steamed fish, a braised pork, some vegetable dishes, and a soup... If the princess doesn't mind the mess, could you help with the fire?"
"Start a fire?" Feng Xin was stunned for a moment, then glared at her with displeasure. "You actually want me, a princess, to start a fire?"
Rong Qingqing's lips twitched. Wasn't it her own idea to help? Well, she forgot she was a princess.
"So, do you know how to chop vegetables?"
Feng Xin looked at her beautiful fingers and said unhappily, "You actually want me to chop vegetables? What if I cut my finger? Can you take the responsibility?"
"Can I wash the vegetables then?" Rong Qingqing asked, her mouth agape.
"Wash vegetables?" Feng Xin thought for a moment, then seemed to accept it barely. "How do you wash them?"
"Never mind. You are a princess, I can do these chores, you can just watch from the side," Rong Qingqing said weakly.
At noon, Xie Jingrun returned home on time.
Upon arriving at the front hall, he frowned when he saw Feng Xin carrying dishes in. "Why is the princess here?"
Feng Xin put down the dish, her face covered in grime, and pointed to the table full of food. "I made all of these dishes. Try them and see how they taste."
Rong Qingqing, who came in later, tripped and almost fell.
That seventh princess has such a thick skin!
She hadn't done anything properly, but halfway through, she got a little bored and went to the stove to start a fire. She almost burned the kitchen down, which is why her face was covered in soot. She had apparently forgotten that she had just made things worse, and she still had the nerve to say that she made those dishes.
However, she didn't expose her, and instead placed the last dish on the table.
"Princess, Lord Marquis, please enjoy your meal. I shall take my leave now."
"Okay, you can leave now." Feng Xin's eyes hadn't left Xie Jingrun's face since she saw him, so she just nodded perfunctorily.
Xie Jingrun's gaze swept over Rong Qingqing's forehead, and his brows furrowed.
What's wrong with this woman? She actually bumped her head!
There was a hint of gloom in his eyes.
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