Chapter 170 Sweet Words
Guan Yi'an took out a pot of stew from behind her.
The aroma was enticing, and wisps of steam rose from the rim of the stew pot.
It's clear that it was made with care, simmered over a low flame.
Holly's voice was filled with overwhelming flattery.
"Brother Zheng, did you specially stew this for me?"
Guan Yi'an's eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes shimmering.
"Yes, I prepared this stew especially for you."
If Guan Yi'an hadn't been holding something in his hands, Dong Qing would have burst into tears and thrown herself into his arms.
Brother Zheng actually went to such lengths for her.
His hands were meant for reading and writing, but now, to prevent her from being punished, he washed his hands and cooked for her. He was so considerate and thoughtful.
When Guan Yi'an saw that Dong Qing's eyes were sparkling, he knew that he had successfully won over another girl who admired him.
For him, seducing a naive young girl was a piece of cake. Even with a different face, it was still incredibly effective.
"Be careful, it's hot. Just go back the way you came, that way no one will see you. Remember, you must say that you cooked it yourself, that way you can show your sincerity. Only if your mistress is happy will she let you be her personal maid again."
He leaned down slightly and whispered in Dongqing's ear, "That way, you'll have time to come and see me."
Holly's entire ear was burning hot.
This should be considered a sign that I like her.
Brother Zheng has truly given up on Miss and has taken a liking to her instead.
Definitely.
It must be.
Absolutely.
Holly repeatedly confirmed this in her heart, becoming increasingly excited to the point of being speechless.
She pulled her sleeves together and squeezed her fingers hard before finally forcing herself to obediently utter the word "good".
Seeing her fascinated expression, Guan Yi'an tapped her nose with his finger. "You know what? You look more like a little rabbit, cute and innocent, making people want to protect you."
Dongqing hadn't heard many sweet words before. She had always been by Meng Lingge's side, and what she heard most often were the words that Wen Zhiming and Meng Lingge said to each other.
But Prince Wen was, after all, a simpleton, and his sweet talk was very simple, such as "My wife is the best" or "My wife is the most beautiful."
Brother Zheng's sweet talk is much better than Prince Wen's.
Brother Zheng said she was a little rabbit—what an apt and delicate description!
She now imagines herself hopping and skipping around like a rabbit.
But not now. She has to hold the soup that Young Master Zheng has worked so hard to make. It would be such a waste if she jumped and spilled it.
Holly held the pot of stew as if it were a priceless treasure, and was seen off by Guan Yi'an as they walked back to the path they had come from.
She thought the moonlight was especially beautiful tonight, and the flowers and plants on both sides of the path were particularly vibrant. Even the gravel path, which she usually disliked, had become interesting.
The air smelled wonderful—oh wait, not the air itself, but the aroma of the soup simmering in her hands.
It was stewed soup made by Brother Zheng himself.
It smells so good, it must taste good too.
This is a stew that Brother Zheng made for her, but it's not for her to drink. It's for her to use to make the young lady happy.
Brother Zheng had considered everything very carefully, and there was really nothing wrong with what he did. But after all, it was a stew made by Brother Zheng himself, and the person he liked now was her.
Therefore, she should have drunk the first sip of soup.
The aroma of the stew kept tempting Dongqing. She was in a bad mood today and hadn't eaten dinner. Now, holding the stew that Zheng Qingshan had made, she became hungrier and hungrier as she smelled it.
Anyway, Miss often shares food with her and Qiulan, so they don't get angry knowing that she drank first.
Moreover, Brother Zheng certainly doesn't cook often. This soup looks top-notch, but we'll have to taste it to know how it tastes and whether it suits Miss's palate.
Furthermore, if she claims to have made the soup, wouldn't she be exposed if she didn't even know what was in it, whether it was salty or bland?
The more she thought about it, the more she felt she had to try it first. After making up her mind, Dongqing turned around and went to Juyunxuan's small kitchen.
I poured out a small bowl of soup, then used a spoon to look at it again, making sure I remembered every single ingredient in it.
The soup tasted even better than she had imagined, far surpassing the flavor of her usual stews.
Dongqing finished her small bowl of soup and, feeling it getting a little cold, heated it up a bit more in the small kitchen.
When I knocked on Meng Lingge's door with the soup in my hand, Meng Lingge and Qiu Lan were still awake.
Meng Lingge was reading under the lamp when Qiu Lan gently massaged her shoulders.
When the two saw Dongqing carrying the stew, their expressions softened, but neither of them spoke first.
Holly lowered her head and softly uttered the words she had already thought of.
"Miss, I know I was wrong. Please don't be angry with me, okay? This is abalone and white fungus soup that I specially made for you in the small kitchen. It's very good for nourishing pregnant women. Please try it, the temperature is just right now."
Her nose was red, and she did look rather pitiful.
Meng Lingge put down her book, looked up at her, and said, "You've had a long day, how could you have had time to go out and buy these ingredients?"
Dongqing hadn't expected her mistress to ask this, and after a moment of surprise, she calmly replied, "I went to the small kitchen to make something delicious for you, and when I saw these ingredients, I just used them."
The grandmother dotes on her granddaughter, and Juyunxuan's small kitchen does keep some fresh vegetables on hand, just in case her granddaughter wants something else and cooks it for her privately. But these are all ordinary Jiangnan specialties, and in principle, they wouldn't keep expensive ingredients like abalone.
But since the ingredients were brought by Dongqing, Meng Lingge didn't think much of it, assuming that the kitchen had just happened to buy this dish and her grandmother had specifically asked her to save a portion.
After all, whenever her maternal grandmother had something good, the first person she would think of was her and her mother.
Moreover, although Dongqing is currently blinded by love, he shouldn't be capable of harming her.
Seeing Dongqing's timid and fearful appearance, Meng Lingge felt a little soft-hearted and let Dongqing ladle some soup from the stew, put it in a small bowl, and place it in front of her.
In the past few days, her morning sickness has not been as severe as before, and she can eat normally as long as the food is not too meaty.
The soup in front of me was clear and fragrant, and it certainly looked very appetizing.
Meng Lingge picked up the soup bowl and looked at Dong Qing with concern.
"I heard from Qiulan that you didn't even eat dinner last night. You must be starving. Sit down and eat with us. Qiulan, come and have a bowl of soup too."
Holly felt like crying again.
It turns out the young lady knew she hadn't eaten dinner; it turns out the young lady still cared about her.
She choked back tears and shook her head, saying, "I already drank a bowl after I cooked it. I'm not hungry now."
Meng Lingge looked at Dong Qing, but put down the soup bowl.
It wasn't because of what Dongqing said, but because she noticed an unusual crimson color on Dongqing's face, the kind of red that comes from a persistent high fever.
She stood up, took Dongqing's hand, and found that her hand was also very hot.
"Holly, why are you so hot?"
This discovery immediately put Meng Lingge on guard. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Qiu Lan had already picked up her soup bowl and was about to drink it, so she quickly shouted, "Don't drink yet!"
Qiu Lan quickly put down the bowl. She also noticed Dong Qing's unusual behavior and came over, saying, "Miss, Dong Qing seems unsteady on her feet."
Dongqing gripped the table with one hand, her body trembling slightly as she leaned forward. She was extremely dizzy and weak, but she forced herself to wave her hand and say, "Miss, I'm alright..."
After saying that, she fell straight backward.
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