Rong Qingqing couldn't help but chuckle.
These three are so naive!
The Empress Dowager looked at the fish soup in front of her, her lips twitched, and suddenly pushed the soup in front of Emperor Zhaojing, "I am already full and can't drink a drop of soup now, so your father can drink it for me."
Emperor Zhaojing: "..."
Looking at the two bowls of bright red fish soup in front of him, he was speechless and thought to himself: When we were eating boiled live fish earlier, why didn't you offer me any? Who cares about this soup now?
He was about to refuse, but the Empress Dowager had already stood up and left her seat. "You can eat slowly, I have to go back for my afternoon rest." As she spoke, she also instructed Emperor Zhaojing, "Drink the soup properly, it is Xingxiu's way of showing filial piety." After saying that, she took Lin Mama's hand and left.
Emperor Zhaojing: "..."
Rong Qingqing quickly lowered her head, afraid that she would burst out laughing.
Finally, Emperor Zhaojing patted his round belly, stood up, and said, "I'm tired too. You two can eat slowly. I need to go and rest." After saying that, as if afraid that Xie Jingrun would make him drink fish soup, he quickly walked out.
Xie Jingrun looked at the leftover food on the table and lost his appetite. He drank a bowl of old duck soup, then pulled Rong Qingqing to her feet. "Let's go."
Seeing that he had only drunk soup and hadn't eaten any rice, Rong Qingqing asked with concern, "Are you full?"
Xie Jingrun glanced at her with a deep, enigmatic look.
Rong Qingqing immediately felt her scalp tingle. He said, "When I ask you to cook a meal for me, you always make excuses. But today, you come all the way to Taichen Palace to curry favor. When will you cook a meal for me?"
Rong Qingqing: "..."
She finally understood. It seemed that Xie Jingrun was unhappy that she had cooked for Emperor Zhaojing and the Empress Dowager.
She was about to speak when she heard him say, "In your heart, who is more important, them or me?"
Rong Qingqing: "..."
It's just a meal, what kind of talk is that?
"Why aren't you saying anything?" Xie Jingrun paused, turned around, and stared at her unfriendly.
Rong Qingqing immediately said, "Of course you are more important." After thinking for a moment, she added, "You only drank soup and didn't eat any rice. I'll cook you a bowl of noodles when we get back."
Xie Jingrun paused, then shook his head. "I'm not hungry. Never mind, I'll cook it tonight."
Rong Qingqing was somewhat surprised, then, as if remembering something, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, "Are you worried that I'll get tired?"
Meeting the woman's smiling eyes, Xie Jingrun felt a little uncomfortable. He turned his head away and said in a stiff voice, "No, you're overthinking it."
Seeing the man's awkward and uncomfortable appearance, Rong Qingqing felt a sweet warmth in her heart and was extremely happy, but she said with a disappointed expression, "Oh, it turns out I was overthinking it."
Upon hearing this, Xie Jingrun turned his gaze back to her face, and suddenly pinched her smooth cheek, saying, "You're not allowed to cook for them again next time."
Rong Qingqing was both amused and exasperated, reminding her, "Those are your grandmother and father..."
"Do they act like elders?" Xie Jingrun still remembered how the two old men had treated him at the dinner table.
Rong Qingqing was both amused and exasperated, and could only say, "Alright, alright, cooking is tiring, and I don't want to be a cook anymore."
Xie Jingrun's expression softened slightly, and he added, "But you owe me a meal."
Rong Qingqing wiped her sweat. "Okay, I'll make it for you tonight."
Xie Jingrun finally felt a little more at ease.
Unexpectedly, when he finished his official duties and rushed back to Yuxian Palace that evening, he found Emperor Zhaojing there as well.
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