At noon, Rong Qingqing invited Shangguan Yanran and Feng Xin to have lunch together. After Xie Jingrun found out, he did not return.
Firstly, there were still many official matters to attend to in his study; secondly, if he returned, Shangguan Yanran and Feng Xin would likely feel constrained and uncomfortable.
Shangguan Yanran and Feng Xin breathed a sigh of relief when they heard that he wasn't coming back.
Rong Qingqing said with a smile, "You don't need to do this. The Emperor is a very good person."
Shangguan Yanran and Feng Xin exchanged a glance and each complained: In your eyes, the Emperor is naturally good, because he is only gentle to you.
After dinner, the three of them strolled around the Imperial Garden. Seeing that it was getting late, Shangguan Yanran bid farewell and left the palace, while Feng Xin returned to her own palace.
night.
When Xie Jingrun returned to his bedchamber, he did not see Rong Qingqing. He asked a palace servant and learned that Rong Qingqing was in the small kitchen.
He paused for a moment, then walked towards the small kitchen.
This small kitchen was recently cleaned up by Rong Qingqing.
She has never cooked since entering the palace.
A few days ago, she had promised Xie Jingrun that she would cook for him, but because of the incident with Huayin, she was in a bad mood and forgot about it.
Having some free time today, she decided to cook.
Xiao Tao and Xing Chun were helping her.
When they saw Xie Jingrun walk in, the two were startled. Just as they were about to bow, Xie Jingrun waved his hand.
Seeing this, the two immediately and tactfully withdrew.
"...Xiao Tao, have you chopped the scallions yet? Hand them to me." Rong Qingqing stood in front of the stove, tasted the saltiness, and then put the dish on a plate, casually saying.
A hand held a bowl of chopped scallions and handed it to her.
She assumed it was Xiao Tao and didn't pay much attention, grabbing a handful and sprinkling it onto the dishes on the plate.
"What other dishes do you want me to cook?"
A deep, magnetic male voice suddenly rang out behind her, startling Rong Qingqing so much that she almost dropped the plate she was holding.
When she turned around and saw Xie Jingrun, she said in an annoyed tone, "How did you get here? You didn't make a sound, you almost scared me to death."
Xie Jingrun smiled and said good-naturedly, "Yes, it's my fault."
Seeing his reaction, Rong Qingqing bit her lip and shoved the plate in her hand into his. "Take it out. I'll get some soup, and then we can eat."
"Hmm." Xie Jingrun reached out and took it, then noticed several dishes covered with lids beside him and asked, "Should we take these out too?"
"Yes, I want it." Rong Qingqing lifted the lid and placed another plate of food in his hand.
Xie Jingrun smelled the aroma of the food in the air, a smile flashing across his dark eyes, and asked gently, "Did you cook this especially for me?"
Rong Qingqing almost rolled her eyes. She wanted to say something silly, but after thinking about it, she changed her mind and said, "Of course not, I was just cooking for fun because I was bored."
Xie Jingrun gave her a deep look and said meaningfully, "So you cooked for fun? Then starting tomorrow, I'll tell the imperial kitchen to stop preparing our meals. You're free anyway, so from now on, you'll be in charge of all three meals a day."
Upon hearing this, Rong Qingqing frowned, clearly noticing the sarcasm in his words. "Alright, alright, I cooked this especially for you. But if I cook every day, you'll definitely get tired of it and it won't be interesting anymore. So starting tomorrow, let's eat the meals prepared by the Imperial Kitchen."
Xie Jingrun said, "Even if I eat your cooking every day, I won't get tired of it."
Rong Qingqing refused the sweet talk, firmly stating, "Even if you don't find it cloying, I would get tired of it too." She was joking; she wasn't there to be his cook. Why would she rush into the kitchen when someone else was doing the work?
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