Xing Tao was always smart. She knew that the girl was now obsessed with His Highness. She pretended not to notice and deliberately raised her voice: "Miss, you can only know a person's face but not his heart. Don't let His Highness fool you. After all, Miss Zhao is His Highness's childhood sweetheart."
Chunhong didn't understand what was going on and started complaining as well: "That's right, young lady, you're still waiting for His Highness, but His Highness is only busy having dinner with Miss Zhao. It's clear that he doesn't care about you at all."
Ye Wanshu felt that her two girls had become more and more presumptuous recently, and were almost catching up with the one from the Zhao family.
Glancing fiercely at Chunhong and Xingtao, Ye Wanshu said angrily, "You two little rascals, why are you complaining so much? Miss Zhao is your cousin. She has come all the way here. As your brother, your Highness should show more concern for her."
Although she didn't like Zhao Yingying, she wasn't so petty as to destroy the brother-sister relationship because of today's incident.
"I believe in His Highness, just as he believes in me. Please stop gossiping."
Ye Wanshu had just finished speaking solemnly when she heard Xingtao and Chunhong calling out "Your Highness" in unison.
She looked up and saw two maids bowing in fear and trepidation, while Fu Mingchi walked in slowly.
"Your Highness."
Ye Wanshu quickly stood up and bowed, a hint of panic in her eyes, and she embarrassedly avoided his gaze.
Seeing her suddenly shy look, Fu Mingchi couldn't help but feel a ripple in his heart, and began to look at her quietly with interest.
He used to feel that she was very distant from him and could not see any sincerity in her. After experiencing this incident, he realized that Wan'er had always valued him very much. Not only was she willing to live and die with him, but she also trusted him so much.
"Wan'er, thank you for waiting for me for so long." Fu Mingchi said apologetically.
Ye Wanshu shook her head: "Is Miss Zhao okay?"
"It's all right." Fu Mingchi didn't want to mention his cousin anymore. He just heard from the two maids that she hadn't eaten yet, so he quickly said, "You must be hungry. I'll go find you something to eat."
After saying that, he headed straight towards the kitchen.
It was already quite late at night, but the light was still on in the kitchen. Fu Mingchi walked in with some surprise, only to see Ji Yuan busy in front of the stove, and Ting Feng sitting beside the firewood pile, slowly adding firewood to the stove.
Seeing Fu Mingchi's figure, the master and servant were obviously stunned for a moment.
"Your Highness, what are you doing?" Ting Feng looked at him curiously.
Ji Yuan's eyes darkened. "Your Highness should be accompanying Miss Zhao for dinner, why did you come to the kitchen in person?"
Hearing the accusation in his words, Fu Mingchi could only patiently explain: "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, Your Excellency."
This matter was not a big deal, and Ji Yuan didn't want to make a fuss about it, but he felt sorry for his daughter.
That little bastard from the Zhao family has been causing trouble again and again since he came to Qizhou. If I don't act petty and unkind, I'm afraid that if Wanwan marries him, she will inevitably be ridiculed and neglected.
"Your Highness, you should know that Wanwan is my only legitimate child. Although there were some rifts between us in the past, my future glory depends entirely on Wanwan. I will never let her suffer the slightest injustice."
Ji Yuan sighed coldly, "Before she left today, she was so happy that I didn't have to prepare dinner. But because Your Highness couldn't handle his own household affairs well, she is still hungry. I now doubt whether Your Highness can really give her a stable life."
"I will not let Wan'er suffer any injustice." Fu Mingchi responded solemnly.
Although Fu Mingchi felt that Ji Yuan was a bit picky, he was happy from the bottom of his heart that he could show such consideration for Wan'er.
"Let me do it."
Fu Mingchi took the kitchen knife from Ji Yuan's hand and started cutting vegetables on his own.
Seeing his clumsy technique, it was obvious that he had never done this kind of work before. Ji Yuan was slightly stunned: "Your Highness, are you going to cook for yourself?"
"What the Prime Minister can do, I can do too," Fu Mingchi said calmly.
Ji Yuan nodded in satisfaction, but then deliberately poured cold water on his feelings: "The passion between husband and wife is not about one day or one night, but about the constant support and care for each other. Even if Your Highness suddenly had the urge to cook a meal for Wanwan today, I still have some reservations."
"I don't need your advice on this point, Prime Minister."
Fu Mingchi curled his lips and said, "Although I dare not boast about the depth of my feelings for Wan'er, I am confident that I can do better than the Prime Minister."
Ji Yuan choked when he heard this.
Thinking of how he had ignored his daughter over the years, he really didn't dare to brag to Fu Mingchi.
I watched him silently as he fiddled with the pots and pans in a not very skillful manner, and soon a bowl of fragrant Yangchun noodles was made.
"Master Prime Minister, please go back and rest early."
Fu Mingchi smiled faintly at him, then left with the noodles.
Looking at his receding figure, Ji Yuan couldn't help but frown: "Is the food made by my son-in-law edible?"
Tingfeng took some of the remaining soup from the bowl and tasted it, nodding his head and saying, "Master, it's not bad."
Hearing this, Ji Yuan also quickly tasted it and then showed a satisfied smile: "He is indeed a good husband who can fight on the battlefield and go into the kitchen."
After saying this, he curled his lips in dissatisfaction: "It's just that this kid is too dull. He only cares about pleasing his wife and doesn't even know to make an extra bowl to honor his father-in-law."
Seeing Ji Yuan's jealous face, Ting Feng coughed awkwardly and said, "How about I make a bowl for you while the soup is still hot?"
"roll."
Ji Yuan glared at Ting Feng, rolled up his sleeves and slowly walked out of the kitchen.
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