Ying Zhao decided to unilaterally go into a cold war with his bad father for an hour.
The angry little dumpling ate silently, his face stern and his red cheeks puffed up. He tried hard to make a cold expression to resist his bad father.
Little did I know that this is even cuter.
The little kid with red lips and white teeth opened his big eyes, pursed his lips, and pretended to be a serious little adult. If he were in modern times, he would be kissed to death by a group of aunts.
Chu Yuening couldn't help laughing for a moment, but after receiving the accusing look from her son, she immediately held back her laughter and put a piece of mutton roll in the mushroom pot and gave it to him.
"Baby, try the mutton rolls, they're so delicious~"
"Okay~ Thank you, mother."
With his mother's concern, Ying Zhao suddenly broke down and picked up the meat roll and stuffed it into his mouth with a smile on his face.
The thin mutton rolls were fresh, tender and smooth, fat but not greasy. Ying Zhao's small teeth found it effortless to chew, and the delicious taste in his mouth made him squint his eyes.
Seeing that the little boy had stopped crying, Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows, gave him a piece of beef roll and put it in a small bowl.
Seeing his father's friendly attitude, Ying Zhao turned his head and snorted. He was not a three-year-old child who could be coaxed so easily.
In order to save the crumbling father-son relationship, Chu Yuening persuaded him softly.
"Okay, although it was Father's fault, it was Zhao Zhao's request in the beginning, right?"
"...Yes, but..."
"Then Zhao Zhao, remember not to eat chili peppers from now on?"
"Zhao Zhao remembers..."
After being scolded by his mother, the little boy became depressed, lowered his head and pursed his lips.
Chu Yuening noticed the grievance of her baby, and she turned to look at the child's father who was looking carefree, with a smile on her face, but mixed with a hint of threat.
"Of course, Father is also at fault and should apologize to Zhao Zhao."
"Well, it was Father who made a mistake just now. Can Zhao Zhao forgive Father?"
Ying Zheng readily admitted his mistake, leaned over to the brat, and apologized gently.
This made the listless Ying Zhao burst into laughter. He nodded softly, picked up the beef roll, and awkwardly accepted his father's apology.
Chu Yuening looked at the cub's proud little look, chuckled softly, and gave the man a look of approval.
Ying Zheng raised the corners of his mouth, and there was a clear smile in his phoenix eyes. The little brat was really easy to coax.
Next, the family began to eat hot pot happily, and a warm and beautiful atmosphere surrounded the hall.
On the other side, Xiao He was also tasting the novel hot pot.
He came from a good family and would eat hot mutton hotpot in winter, but this was the first time he had eaten such a spicy and strong-flavored hotpot.
The rich and diverse ingredients made him dazzled.
Thin meat rolls with distinct textures, juicy and chewy meatballs, and fresh and tender green vegetables...
Hey, why are there still livestock organs?
Xiao He held a piece of brown tripe between his legs, his face hesitant, but after all, it was the Queen's kindness, and he didn't want to waste it.
Finally, he threw it into the bubbling red soup. A moment later, when the crispy tripe danced between his lips and teeth, a new door slowly opened to Xiao He...
The chili peppers were very spicy, and paired with the boiling hot soup, the spiciness rushed straight to the head, but Xiao He couldn't stop eating one bite after another.
"Hot pot is truly the most delicious food in the world!"
Xiao He's lips had already become red and swollen, and beads of sweat were appearing on his forehead. His taste buds were completely satisfied by this feast.
He wiped the sweat off his face with a handkerchief, turned his head to look out the window at the vast expanse of white, and felt an unprecedented tranquility and peace in his heart.
Sweet potatoes, kangs, cotton-padded clothes, coal, chili peppers... Thanks to the Queen's benevolent actions, the people of the world can finally survive the bitterly cold winter.
This is probably what an immortal who saves people from suffering is like.
Inside the Qinian Palace, Ying Zhao was leaning on the sofa with his round belly.
Chu Yuening was also very satisfied with the meal, but the smell of hot pot made her feel a little uncomfortable, so she went to the bathroom to take a shower and change into a new set of clothes.
"A Zheng, are you going to take a bath?"
"Well, Yue Ning, come over and warm yourself by the fire first."
Ying Zheng loved cleanliness and naturally could not stand the smell on his body. However, he was not in a hurry, but wiped the woman's wet hair first.
The gentle force from behind made Chu Yuening's starry eyes narrow slightly, and her little face showed a look of comfort and enjoyment.
When her black hair was half dry, Chu Yuening turned around and held the pair of slender hands, her eyes seemed to be filled with autumn water.
"Thank you for your hard work, A Zheng. I'll wipe it myself from now on. Go take a shower."
"Yeah, okay."
Ying Zheng gently squeezed the soft palm of his hand, then picked up the sleepy kid and walked towards the bathroom.
After a moment, Chu Yuening casually tied up her hair with a hairpin, and a strand of her black hair fell on her cheek, adding a touch of laziness to her look.
Chu Yuening touched her slightly bloated abdomen and ordered the palace maid to bring a small stove, light it, put a small clay pot on it, and then add hawthorn, sugar, and water in turn and simmer over low heat.
After a while, the hall was filled with a sour and sweet aroma. The unique aroma seemed to have magical power, making people drool unconsciously.
"What delicious food is mom making?"
Ying Zhao wrapped himself in a soft cotton towel and nestled in his father's arms, squinting his eyes in ecstasy and sniffing the fragrance in the hall.
Ying Zheng lowered his eyes and stared at the little boy's drooling saliva, then quickly pinched his chubby chin and lifted it up.
"Mmmmm, let go..."
"What's wrong? Come and drink some plum soup to help with your digestion."
"Here I come, Yue Ning."
Hearing his lover's call, Ying Zheng withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened and sat on the sofa with the little boy in his arms.
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