The queen replied frankly, "I don't know how to make soup. I need the help of the chefs. If someone else interferes, is it still made for the emperor?"
She pointed at the food box confidently, "But this steamed egg custard is different. I carefully selected the eggs. I cracked and stirred them, added the sugar myself, and watched over the fire while it steamed. I made it from start to finish. None of you touched it. This is what I made myself!"
He looked at her, who seemed so self-assured about being useless, and all the haze in his heart was washed away by the overwhelming helplessness.
All I could feel was helplessness towards her.
This is his queen.
A very useless and unreasonable queen.
He smiled, parted the beaded curtain and walked into the room. "Let me see what the steamed eggs, carefully selected by my queen and steamed by hand, taste like."
Only when he heard his voice did Zhu Wuhuan notice him.
She stood up, came over and took his arm, her eyes full of joy, "Your Majesty, you are back?"
Feng Changye lowered his head to look into her eyes, couldn't help but kiss her, and asked gently, "Is the Queen happy that I'm back?"
Zhu Wuhuan was so heartbroken for her little tyrant that she immediately spoke sweet words to him without blinking.
"Not only is this concubine happy, the emperor is also very happy."
Her voice is soft.
"Your Majesty, you are my husband and my son's father. Without you, Your Majesty, your son and I naturally miss you very, very much!"
Having said this, she stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the chin, then looked at him and smiled.
"Your Majesty, look into my eyes. Do you see how much I miss you? The kind of longing that makes you yearn for me, the kind of longing that makes you miss me so much when you're not with me for even a day—"
Feng Changye stared into her eyes.
He didn't know whether he saw the longing in her eyes, but he saw her heartache for him.
His queen would coax him like this because of what happened to him. She must be seriously dating him, right?
Thinking of this, his heart couldn't help but fall for her again.
He reached out and gently hugged her, "I saw it."
Zhu Wuhuan also reached out and hugged his broad back, unconsciously patting him twice.
My poor little husband, don’t be afraid. I will love you from now on.
I will take your son with me to love you.
We, mother and son, will warm you and heal all the hurt you suffered in your childhood.
In fact, it doesn’t matter if you had an unhappy childhood, because your unfortunate childhood and youth only lasted for a short twenty years.
But you can have the happiest and most fulfilling second half of your life, that is forty, sixty, eighty years of happiness...
Can't we heal your short childhood with our lifetime happiness?
Feng Changye listened quietly to his queen's unusually active thoughts.
He couldn't help but tear up when he heard this.
He kissed her hair gently, thinking, if you and the prince behave well, you will naturally be able to heal me, but if you are determined to seize my throne, then you will not be able to heal me, you are only making things worse.
"Your Majesty, please come and taste the egg custard I made for you!"
Zhu Wuhuan was afraid that the egg custard would get cold and have a fishy smell, so he quickly pulled Feng Changye's arm and sat down at the table.
She opened the food box, took out a warm soup bowl from it, and then took out a small celadon bowl from the soup bowl.
The slightly yellowish egg custard was still emitting heat, and wisps of sweet fragrance penetrated Feng Changye's nose. Before he even ate it, he could feel that the sweetness of this egg custard was definitely excessive.
He took the spoon Zhu Wuhuan handed him and gently scooped a spoonful.
The egg custard is tender and smooth, and it bounces when scooped into the spoon. It looks delicious at first glance.
He glanced at the queen who was looking at him expectantly and put the custard into his mouth.
And then… “It’s too sweet.”
He frowned. As he didn't like sweet things, it was really difficult for him to swallow the egg custard.
Then he turned his head and looked at Zhu Wuhuan beside him, "Queen, how much sugar did you put in?"
Zhu Wuhuan wasn't ashamed at all, and even leaned on his arm and smiled, "I put in so much..."
She reached out and gently touched his cheek, her eyes full of heartache, "Because our emperor is suffering so much, I want to give him more candy... so that it can sweeten his heart."
Feng Changye was caught off guard when he heard these words, and his heart was suddenly filled with sweetness.
Does she know that her words are sweeter than this custard?
He let her touch his cheek, curled his lips, and asked nonchalantly, "I am the emperor, how can I be miserable?"
Zhu Wuhuan naturally couldn't say that your father didn't love you and your mother didn't care about you. You suffered a lot since childhood. So he could only say seriously, "Your Majesty, you are the one who shoulders the burden of Daning alone, working hard for state affairs all day long. How can it not be hard?"
She pushed the small celadon bowl closer to his hand. "Your Majesty, you must finish this bowl. I want you to feel the sweetness deep inside. After you finish this bowl, the egg custard I make for you in the future will be of normal sweetness. I will never add so much sugar again. I promise."
Looking at this bowl of egg custard that is so sweet that it makes people want to vomit, what can Feng Changye do?
His queen was trying her best to sweeten his mouth and heart, so what else could he do except eat it all?
He gritted his teeth and put the egg custard into his mouth spoonful by spoonful.
Su Qiu and other palace servants on the side watched the emperor eat the egg custard with a frown on his face. It was as if he was taking poison, and they were all terrified!
God, only the Queen would be so bold, right?
The Emperor really dotes on His Majesty.
Even though the food tasted as bad as poison, he could force himself to eat it up bite by bite!
After Feng Changye finished eating the egg custard, Zhu Wuhuan quickly handed him a peeled orange, "Your Majesty, please have an orange! I've tasted it, and this orange is especially sweet—"
Feng Changye took one look and turned his head away, "Don't mention sweet things to me now, I'm going to vomit."
Zhu Wuhuan suppressed his laughter and poured him a cup of tea, "Then your Majesty, have some tea."
Feng Changye took the tea and drank it all in one gulp. The slightly bitter tea finally washed away the sweetness in his mouth. "Another cup."
After drinking two cups of tea, he finally felt better.
Zhu Wuhuan asked someone to take the food box away, and then he stared at the small box next to Feng Changye's hand, looking as if he was ready to make a move.
Feng Changye laughed and pushed the box in front of him, "Look if you want."
She opened the box immediately.
She was stunned when she saw the ugly tiger-head shoes, tiger-head hat and small swaddling clothes inside.
She glanced at Feng Changye, then looked at those ugly things again.
Especially the lizard in the cradle...
Whose embroidery is this? How come it’s worse than hers?
Feng Changye glanced at her and said, "These are from my childhood. You don't know how to make clothes. I can't count on you, and the emperor certainly can't count on you either. These will be given to the emperor to wear from now on."
He looked at the small clothes and quilts.
The clothes made by the Queen Mother must not have been worn by the one in Shoukang Palace, so let's give them to the prince. It's the same whether he can wear them or the prince can wear them.
Zhu Wuhuan looked at Feng Changye with some hesitation, "Your Majesty, although I can't do it, but... that's compared to Suqiu's good embroidery skills."
She pointed at the crooked lizard in the swaddling clothes and said, "If this is all your request, Your Majesty, then I have no pressure at all and can easily crush her!"
Feng Changye looked at Zhu Wuhuan dimly.
His queen has already criticized him, and now she is criticizing her mother-in-law, right?
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