"Hey, what's that smell? It smells so good!"
Xiao Qian'er shrugged her nose subconsciously, and was immediately awakened by her greed.
She sat up hugging the quilt and stretched her neck to look around the empty room. The door was half-open and the fragrance was wafting in from the yard outside.
Xiao Qian'er first eliminated a correct option, with a look of suspicion and surprise on her face: "The pot in my kitchen can cook by itself?!"
At this time, Zhao Rong walked into the house briskly, carrying a bowl of bird's nest stewed with rock sugar and a plate of special breakfast, without spilling any of the food in his hands.
He just heard Xiao Qian'er's mumbling at the door, and he couldn't help but twitching his lips.
"Boil your big head."
Zhao Rong placed the breakfast on the eight-immortal table not far from Xiao Qian'er's bed, put down his rolled-up sleeves, walked to the bed, and gently tapped the head of the bedridden girl who was staring at him eagerly.
"Hurry up and get up for dinner. The sun is shining brightly. Let's eat together. I have to go back to the academy. I have an exam in the morning, so I can't accompany you."
Xiao Qian'er was stunned, her eyes first looking at the freshly baked, steaming hot breakfast, then looking at her lover's very familiar face.
"Brother Rong'er, did you buy this breakfast or did the inn's cook make it?"
Zhao Rong washed his hands and face, and said without turning his head: "Is there such a possibility? I mean possible."
"I did this?" he asked seriously.
Xiao Qian'er blurted out, "How could it smell so good? I don't know how you cook, but you can't even cook a bowl of noodles. I don't know if you felt guilty about it, but you made red date porridge to coax me and the young lady the morning after we consummated our marriage. It was only this time."
The little girl knows a person's virtues like the back of her hand.
Zhao Rong laughed in his heart, but he sighed: "Hey, it seems that you still don't know me well enough. Well, you get up and try it first, so that your stomach can get to know your husband again."
Xiao Qian'er: ...
She tilted her head and looked at her lover who was busy washing for a while, and couldn't help asking: "Brother Rong'er, am I dreaming? I think I dreamed last night that you actually cleaned the house for the first time in your life. I was so scared that I almost couldn't sleep."
"Oh, and did you finally fall asleep?"
She said with a nasal voice, "Well, it was a bit difficult, but I still fell asleep. But now that I saw breakfast, I'm scared and can't sleep again." Her tone was serious.
"You still want to sleep? You feel justified in sleeping in. Hurry up and get up! Don't force me to spank you."
Xiao Qian'er, who had a serious face just a second ago, smiled and said, "Hehe, come on, who's afraid of who!"
“…”
Lawless? Has she become immune to spankings because she's been spanked so many times? Or is spanking no longer a punishment for this naughty girl?
Zhao Rong's mind silently flashed back to the last few times he spanked her, her cute look with her face buried in the sand and her ears red, as well as her clear cries that seemed more and more wrong the more he listened.
At this time, Zhao Rong pretended not to hear the girl's provocation and did not let her succeed.
After washing up, he changed into a refreshing scholar's robe, sat down at the table and started to eat.
Morning exercises and making breakfast kept Zhao Rong busy all morning, and now he finally has some free time.
Looking at the sumptuous breakfast on the table, he smiled and rolled up his sleeves.
It's interesting to say that after Zhao Rong finished his morning exercise outside, he was planning to bring back some breakfast for Xiao Qian'er from the morning market. However, because he got up too early, he was one of the first customers and many breakfast shops were still cooking and steaming breakfast.
The vendors were busy as always, and Zhao Rong was in no hurry to urge them. He just waited and watched by the side. As he watched, he turned around silently and went home.
But before returning to the yard, Zhao Rong stopped by to buy some fresh bird's nests and seasonings.
As for the other ingredients needed for the delicious dishes that had come to his mind not long ago, he remembered that they were all there when he cleaned the kitchen in the early morning, so there was no need to buy more.
"It seems that the breakfasts made by these bosses are a bit simple, and the types are very monotonous, with only steamed cakes, sesame porridge and so on. It's so weak. How did I eat these past few months? It's an insult to my identity as an outstanding citizen of the Great Foodie Empire in my previous life. Do you think I can tolerate this... I'd better do it myself. I remember those delicious things, and they don't seem to be that difficult to make."
Zhao Rong muttered to himself as he headed back home.
The awakened brain power was running at high speed and was being used in a way that the sword spirit considered to be unproductive.
However, those breakfast shop owners were unaware that a harmless Confucian scholar who had just been standing outside and watching politely had already put them at a potential risk of losing their jobs.
Then Zhao Rong returned to the yard with the thought of "I'm really good at this".
He used his terrifying memory, which was as if he was easily looking up a document, and the mobility of a warrior in the late Fuyao realm to prepare a decent breakfast...
Xiao Qian'er didn't know about Zhao Rong's transformation. She just felt that she was dreaming. Someone had made her a very appetizing breakfast. The most hateful thing now was that this "beautiful dream" was evolving into a "nightmare"...
"Brother Rong'er, wait a minute...put my little bun down! Woo woo~"
Seeing Zhao Rong picking up the chopsticks to pick up breakfast at the table, Xiao Qian'er, who was trapped in the quilt, became anxious and stretched out her hand to shout.
Zhao Rong looked at the 'small bun' he picked up and corrected him, "This is called a xiaolongbao."
Xiao Qianer nodded and changed her words righteously: "Then put down my dumplings!"
Zhao Rong: ...
The girl looked at the fragrant and novel 'xiaolongbao' eagerly and swallowed her saliva.
Zhao Rong was speechless, "There are more on the plate, I'll just eat one."
"Not even one, this... this plump steamed dumpling only has five!" The little girl was very sharp-eyed and accused her lover with a pout: "It's only enough for five of my mouths, stinky Rong'er brother, how could you have the heart to eat me? How could you be so cruel!"
"Sorry..." Zhao Rong subconsciously put down his chopsticks because of her aggrieved tone. He reacted halfway and decisively threw all the dumplings into his mouth. He chewed and said incoherently: "No, I made this originally. It's first come first served. Why can't you eat it? Besides, you don't even know it and can't call its name. It doesn't know you either. How can it all be yours? Little girl, you are good at confusing right and wrong."
Zhao Rong smiled, and then in front of Xiao Qian'er, who was wide-eyed and grief-stricken, he picked up another steamed bun and ate it in one bite. He nodded and boasted: "But my cultivation is still far from Brother Rong'er."
Xiao Qian'er's heart is bleeding.
Her bedridden illness healed itself in a second. She threw off the quilt and jumped out of bed, ready to fight Zhao Rong to the death.
"Stinky Rong'er, just wait! Hey, where are my clothes? How come they are gone? Rong'er, you're a pervert. It's okay to take the dumplings, but you even took my clothes... wuwuwu..."
Zhao Rong, who was smiling, was startled and pointed his chopsticks at the clothes drying rack outside. "Um, I'm sorry, I couldn't bear to see it before, so I washed it for you."
"I can also wash clothes for others... No." Her face turned serious and she continued to ask with a glare: "Then what should I wear now!"
"…You only have one set of clothes?"
"You tore one of them apart that night in Dali."
Zhao Rong: ...
The atmosphere was a bit awkward.
Xiao Qian'er stood there with a pout and glared at him.
Zhao Rong silently gave up his seat for her and stopped competing with her for food. He took out a set of his clean and tidy blue Confucian robe, which was too small for him before, and handed it to Xiao Qian'er, asking her to go wash up first.
"Ahem, put on mine. Good girl, bear with it for a while. We'll change back to Taiqing Mansion later. What are you standing for? Sit down and eat."
Zhao Rong humbly gave up his seat to her and watched her eat first.
"Humph, that's more like it."
Xiao Qian'er glanced at him for a while before she tilted her head back and started to eat with her chopsticks. As soon as her stomach tasted the delicious breakfast made by Zhao Rong, she forgot all her little dissatisfaction.
"This is Xiao Long Bao? Mmmmm... Really good!"
Xiao Qian'er spoke in surprise, but her words were unclear.
At this time, her cheeks were puffed up, just like a little hamster with its mouth full of food. She finally swallowed it by pinching her thin neck. Xiao Qian'er smacked her lips twice, and couldn't help but pick up another cute steamed bun. As a result, she moved too hastily and failed to pick it up with chopsticks several times, and it fell on the table. She didn't dislike it or was not afraid of the heat. She just dropped the chopsticks and picked it up with her hands. This time the steamed bun couldn't escape her clutches and was eaten by Xiao Qian'er in one bite, with a satisfied look on her little face.
After she reluctantly finished the three dumplings, she turned her attention to other strange breakfasts she had never seen before.
"Brother Rong'er, what is this thing that looks like a steamed dumpling? The skin is so thin."
“Crystal shrimp dumplings.”
"What a nice name... Wow, so smooth and delicious!"
"Brother Rong'er, what is this? It looks a bit like a crooked bun. Why is there so much stuffing?"
"What do you mean by a crooked bun? Why is your mind full of buns? This is called siomai. Try one."
"Good... Hmm! It's delicious too! Brother Rong'er, there's even black fungus in it! Qian'er likes it."
Zhao Rong teased, "Do you like Shaomai or me, Brother Rong'er? Or in other words, which one do you like more?"
This was a life-threatening question. Little Qian'er's dark eyes turned intelligently and she said sweetly, "Of course it's Brother Rong'er who likes to make shaomai for Qian'er!"
Zhao Rong smiled.
He didn't care about the curious baby next to him who was wolfing down the food in a panic. He answered her questions casually, reported the breakfast name, and simply scooped a few mouthfuls of porridge with his empty bowl to warm his stomach. Then, without competing with Xiao Qian'er for the food, he poured most of the remaining rock sugar and bird's nest porridge into her bowl and handed it to her.
"Try it. I made porridge for you and Qingjun. The cooking temperature should be better than before. There is still some in the kitchen. You can bring it back to Qingjun later. At this time, if she has nothing to do in the mansion today, she should be practicing in Qinglian Pavilion for another day and forget about meal time."
Xiao Qian'er held the bowl of porridge in her hands, her peach blossom eyes narrowed into crescents, and she murmured, "Brother Rong'er really cares about Miss."
Zhao Rong blinked and said, "Who said that? I care about you too. I put half a papaya in this bird's nest porridge. You should drink more."
"Papaya?"
The girl had a dazed expression. She stared at the bowl of porridge for a while, then lowered her head to look below. Then at some point her face suddenly turned red, just like the brilliant morning glow in the sky outside the window at that moment.
Zhao Rong chuckled and admired.
Xiao Qian'er wished she could bury her little face in the bowl and never see anyone again.
"Mingming...Mingming also needs to make up for it, and...Qian'er is not the only one!" She stuttered while speaking.
The little girl was jealous and embarrassed, and she defended herself, "So, so... you care about me incidentally, but you care about Miss the most! Yes! That's it... I... I won't drink it anymore. Leave this papaya, rock sugar and bird's nest porridge to your wife, let her have some tonic, I don't need it..."
"No, you need it."
Zhao Rong interrupted with a smile and pushed Xiao Qian'er's head into the bowl, easily suppressing the little girl's resistance.
Xiao Qian'er was helpless. Well, it seemed that every time he pressed her head down, she was helpless and obeyed him obediently, during the day and at night... In the end, the red-faced girl had to reluctantly finish the big bowl of papaya porridge, and this scene was somewhat familiar from last night.
It’s just that the domineering instigator did not realize this.
After Zhao Rong and Xiao Qian'er finished the sumptuous breakfast, the two packed up and went out.
"Don't give up this yard for now. You may come back to live here later..."
"Okay, I'll keep it for you."
Zhao Rong and Xiao Qian'er held hands and chatted with each other.
The two walked to the gate of the yard and were about to part.
Zhao Rong loosened his hand and opened his arms towards the girl beside him, who was wearing an ordinary men's Confucian robe but still showed her slender and pretty temperament.
"Come, check it out." He said seriously.
Xiao Qian'er stood on tiptoe and threw herself into Zhao Rong's arms, making it easier for the bad guy to hug her.
She lowered her head and whispered, "How can the effect be so quick? Besides, Qian'er's is not small at all. It's just... it's just you who are impatient... like a fool, thinking that all women are the same as Mr. Zhu."
The special concern from her lover made the little girl feel sad and sweet. At the end of the conversation, she hummed and pouted, "Yes, yes, Mr. Zhu is really a peak that is difficult for men and women to climb."
Unexpectedly, Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment, and touched her soft belly. "I wanted to check if you were full. What are you talking about? Why did you mention Zhu Yourong..."
Xiao Qian'er: ...
This wave is a suicide truck.
After a moment, a speechless girl tried to break free from Zhao Rong's arms and flee, wishing she could get away as soon as possible.
However, Zhao Rong did not let her go immediately. He held her tightly in his arms, smiled and whispered a few words in the ear of this shy little girl, asking her to go back and supervise Qingjun's eating and daily routine.
Then Zhao Rong loosened his arms and prepared to let her go, but who would have thought that Xiao Qian'er stopped running and buried her little face in his clothes on his chest.
Zhao Rong asked curiously, "What's wrong? Are you reluctant to leave?"
The little girl twisted her slender body again, and no one knew what she meant.
Zhao Rong looked around, his face somewhat confused.
The girl in his arms whispered, "You... why are you so energetic so early in the morning? Didn't I suffer a lot last night? Why are you still being naughty... so reluctant to leave Qian'er?"
“……???”
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