The fruit tea has a beautiful color, and it looks very appetizing. Feng Que lowered his head and took a sip. The light sourness was accompanied by the sweetness of the fruit, and the aroma filled his throat and penetrated his lungs.
It tasted even better than I expected, and Feng Que couldn't help but take another big sip.
"It's so delicious!" Feng Que, like a kitten that had just stolen some cream, squinted his big eyes and greedily drank several large gulps.
After finishing the cup quickly, Feng Que handed the glass to Fu Yunchen with a lingering sense of satisfaction, her eyes sparkling as she licked her lips and said, "Brother Yun, I want more."
Fu Yunchen smiled gently and replied, "Mm."
Immediately order the waiter to bring another drink.
Xiao Gong quietly tugged at Feng Que, reminding her to be reserved.
Feng Que was startled and her face turned bright red.
Just then, the fruit tea arrived, and she quickly picked it up to hide the embarrassment on her face...
The Prince of Shang watched silently, growing more and more satisfied, convinced that his idea was almost certain to succeed.
"Ahem~ There's a special dish here. I wonder if Yun Chen has ever tried it?"
"What dish?" Fu Yunchen looked at the Prince of Shang, his gaze becoming indifferent, completely unlike the gentle and doting look he had when he looked at Feng Que.
Shang Wang called over a waiter, "Bring me a pot of your restaurant's signature dish, Snowflake Flying Fish."
The waiter smiled and said, "Your order is perfectly timed. This snow fish was just delivered this morning. We haven't had this dish for half a year."
The so-called "snowflake flying fish" refers to the inn's chef holding a snow-white, translucent snowfish in one hand and a sharp slicing knife in the other, slicing the fish into transparent, thin slices.
The fish slices flew in an arc into the golden pot on the dining table.
The bottom of the pot was a fire-attribute spirit stone, which the chef activated with his spiritual power, immediately emitting a scorching heat that made the soup inside the purple-gold pot bubble and smell fragrant. Around the purple-gold pot, there were also many lettuce leaves and various kinds of meat.
The chef turned out to be a spiritual practitioner, and everyone except Shang Wang looked at him with some surprise.
After slicing the fish, the chef put away his knife and said politely, "Distinguished guests, the cod fillets are tender and delicious even after long cooking. Please enjoy your meal."
"Thank you for your hard work." Shang Wangchong nodded to the chef.
Although he is a chef, he is not an ordinary chef because of his spiritual identity.
The other party returned the greeting and seemed to recognize Prince Shang, saying, "Please enjoy your meal, Your Highness."
Fu Yunchen picked up a strainer, scooped out a few snow-white, almost transparent fish slices, and placed them in Feng Que's bowl. "Try it and see if it's good."
"Thank you, Brother Yun." Feng Que picked up his chopsticks, shyly picked up a slice of meat, took a bite, and found it incredibly delicious, as if it slid down his throat without him having to swallow.
"It's so delicious!" Feng Que really liked this dish.
Fu Yunchen also scooped a spoonful of fish slices into his bowl, took a bite... and nodded slightly, "It's alright."
Looking at the two of them, King Shang suddenly felt a little superfluous.
He stood up from his seat and said, "I'll go to the kitchen and see what else we have to eat. You guys enjoy your meal."
After saying that, he left with his men.
Fu Yunchen didn't care; he had always ignored the Prince of Shang.
Feng Que was a little lost. She felt that she should follow her father, but her father did not call her, so it must mean that she could still eat.
Just as she was struggling with her decision, Fu Yunchen picked up some more meat and vegetables and put them in her bowl, saying, "You're still growing, you should eat more."
They treated her exactly like Huanhuan.
He didn't know why, but when he was with Feng Que, he really wanted to take care of her.
Feng Que ultimately couldn't resist the temptation of the food and picked up his chopsticks to start eating.
Fu Yunchen took care of Feng Que while also eating well.
When they had almost finished eating, Prince Shang returned, ate a few bites, and mainly chatted with Fu Yunchen.
Upon learning that Fu Yunchen was going to the Imperial City and needed to find someone, he readily took on the task himself.
"If even I can't find this person, then no one else can either. I wonder who Yun Chen is looking for. I'll have someone cast a net right now."
After thinking for a moment, Fu Yunchen told the Prince of Shang, "I need to find a woman named Mu Run."
"Mu Run? What's her relationship with Yun Chen?" The Prince of Shang's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that this child already has someone he likes? What about his daughter…?
Fu Yunchen said, "She is my friend's wife."
"A friend's wife?" Prince Shang was relieved. "Who is this friend?"
"A friend for life." They truly had a life-or-death bond!
Prince Shang nodded. "Alright, I will do my best in this matter. Shall we travel together to the Imperial City? Perhaps we'll have news when we get there."
Fu Yunchen turned to look at Feng Que, who had a hopeful expression on his face, and nodded in response, "Alright, thank you for your trouble, Your Highness."
"No trouble at all, no trouble at all." King Shang glanced at his attendants.
The other party immediately bowed and went to the inn counter to settle the bill, even paying for Fu Yunchen's stay at the inn.
Fu Yunchen had Lu Ziyao give the money to the Prince of Shang's attendants, so he didn't owe them any favors. Then he rode his horse and followed the Prince of Shang's entourage towards the Imperial City.
On the way, Feng Que changed into a young man's clothes, rode a smaller horse, and walked with Fu Yunchen.
Prince Shang did not stop them. Although as a royal daughter, she should stay in the carriage and observe etiquette, this would bring the two children closer together.
"Brother Yun, what does Mu Run, whom you're looking for, look like? Would it be easier to find her if we had a portrait?"
“Yes, but she probably doesn’t look like that now.” Fu Yunchen took out a scroll about half a foot wide from his sleeve.
Unfold the scroll, and inside is a lifelike portrait of Mu Run, as if he himself had come to life on the paper.
He drew this a couple of days ago and quickly mounted it for easy portability.
Feng Que stared at the woman in the painting, slightly taken aback.
Fu Yunchen noticed her reaction, "Have you seen him before?"
Feng Que replied truthfully, "They look somewhat familiar, but I can't quite place where I've seen them before."
Fu Yunchen immediately tensed up, "No rush, no rush, take your time thinking."
Feng Que said solemnly, "I will think about it carefully."
Fu Yunchen handed her the portrait, saying, "Take a closer look; it might help you think things through more clearly."
As dusk approached, the convoy stopped in Pinglin Town, which was only a hundred miles away from the Imperial City.
Prince Shang was a prince who was sent out to a fiefdom. To enter the imperial city, he needed to submit a memorial to the palace requesting permission to enter. Only after the emperor's approval could he enter the city.
Prince Shang had already submitted his memorial, but the approved memorial had not yet returned, so he could only wait in Pinglin Town.
Because of the unexpected clue of Fengque, Fu Yunchen was not in a hurry to enter the city, especially since the Prince of Shang and the Yun family were helping him find people.
As night fell, Feng Que took Mu Run's portrait to bed. Xiao Gong, who was serving her, also glanced at the portrait and asked, "Miss, have you really seen her? Why do I have no recollection of her?"
Feng Que replied, "Yes, I've seen it, but I can't remember where."
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