"Oh dear, I was so busy talking to you that I forgot I was supposed to cook! I'm so sorry, Your Holiness! It was really my fault!"
Aunt Wang hurried into the kitchen as she spoke, and Ruo Qingyan followed with a smile:
"It's alright, Aunt Wang, no rush. I'm here right now, let me help you. I can't cook, but I can help you wash the vegetables."
Aunt Wang was taken aback upon hearing this, looked at Ruo Qingyan in surprise, and then quickly said:
"How could I do that, Your Holiness? You're making me feel so ashamed! How could I let you wash the vegetables for me!"
"It's alright, Aunt Wang... Besides, how can this be considered an insult? 'Holy Maiden' is just a title given to me by others; I'm just an ordinary person..."
If Qingyan meant it sincerely, she never thought that being a saint made her any better than others.
Perhaps for the human race, her life and safety are of paramount importance.
However, for Ruo Qingyan herself, there are many people in this world whose lives are far more important than her own.
For example, her father, all her family members, and of course, her husband.
"No, no, you really can't!"
Aunt Wang spoke quickly, but dared not touch Ruo Qingyan.
Ruo Qingyan pulled up her sleeves, took out a black cloth, and tied her long hair into a ponytail behind her back.
He looked even more youthful and energetic, and said with a smile:
"It's alright, Aunt Wang. I'll help you wash the vegetables. Can you teach me how to cook? I'd like to learn how to cook too."
Aunt Wang nodded slightly upon hearing this:
"Alright then, Your Majesty."
Then Ruo Qingyan stood with Aunt Wang and washed the vegetables they had bought.
Aunt Wang washes so quickly, just so Ruo Qingyan can wash less.
While washing, he would steal glances at Ruo Qingyan every now and then.
This human saintess is much more approachable than she imagined.
Having never spoken to her before, and only observing her from afar, Aunt Wang always felt that Ruo Qingyan had an air of superiority.
She's just a mortal; you absolutely can't get too close, or you'll die a horrible death.
I never expected there would be such a side to him.
Ruo Qingyan washed it very carefully, after all, it was something she would eat.
After washing his hands, he casually asked, "..."
"By the way, Aunt Wang, how long have you been married?"
Aunt Wang was stunned for a moment:
"It's been many years, almost 20 years."
"It's been so long... But you look so young!"
Ruo Qingyan was somewhat surprised; the idea of marriage seemed to be older than her own age...
Women, regardless of age, love to hear compliments about their youth.
Aunt Wang smiled knowingly:
"Oh, Your Holiness, you really know how to talk. I'm old, but I'm still young."
Although Ruo Qingyan rarely speaks, she knows how to chat with people; she's just too lazy to talk on ordinary days.
A few words were enough to put Aunt Wang at ease.
Then I asked Aunt Wang about her family affairs, and I felt that she was no longer the saint she used to be.
Instead, they were the middle-aged women in the neighborhood who usually sat and chatted when they had nothing to do.
If Fengling saw this scene, she would definitely be unable to resist teasing her a bit.
As they chatted, Ruo Qingyan, intentionally or unintentionally, steered the conversation in the direction she desired.
She secretly learned some of Aunt Wang's little tricks for managing her husband.
Aunt Wang was having a great time, and before she knew it, she had lost track of time. They finished cooking together, and only then did Aunt Wang realize:
"Oh dear... I said I'd teach you how to cook, I completely forgot!"
Ruo Qingyan said with a smile:
"It's alright, Aunt Wang, I've already written it down."
As she spoke, Ruo Qingyan casually mentioned the proportions of the sauce that Aunt Wang had just prepared.
Aunt Wang looked at Ruo Qingyan with disbelief. To be honest, she had forgotten how Ruo Qingyan had adjusted her movements just now; she had only acted on her body's instincts and was very fast.
If Qingyan actually remembered it, then she truly deserves to be called a Holy Maiden; there's a reason she's a Holy Maiden...
After praising Ruo Qingyan, Ruo Qingyan smiled and said:
"Then I'll take the dishes away."
"No, no, no, you should teach me how to serve dishes..."
Let's go together.
Just as they were speaking, the space suddenly rippled.
"Wife?"
Wind Chime shouted.
Ruo Qingyan subconsciously opened her mouth:
"Here... uh, what's this guy doing here..."
Her face flushed slightly after she finished speaking.
What should I say...?
She quickly glanced at Aunt Wang, who, being an experienced woman, saw right through Ruo Qingying.
However, she just smiled and didn't say anything.
Feng Ling came over upon hearing the sound and saw Ruo Qingyan with her hair in a ponytail. Her eyes lit up immediately.
"Wow, beautiful!"
Ruo Qingyan's face immediately turned even redder, and she pursed her lips as she said:
"rhetoric..."
He said that, but what he really thought was:
Doesn't she look good normally?
Could it be that he likes this hairstyle?
Fengling smiled and looked at Aunt Wang:
"Aunt Wang, did you cook together?"
He walked over and took the dishes from Ruo Qingyan's hands.
Aunt Wang said:
"Yes, the Holy Maiden said she wants to learn how to cook."
"oh?"
Upon hearing this, Feng Ling smiled and looked at Ruo Qingyan, raising an eyebrow at her as she said:
"Could it be that you're planning to make this for your handsome husband?"
Ruo Qingyan said softly:
"Stop being so narcissistic... I just felt sorry for Aunt Wang because she was having a hard time."
The wind chimes chuckled:
"Oh~"
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