In the kitchen, Jiaming doesn't have to do everything herself; for example, washing and chopping vegetables are done with help.
Actually, cooking isn't tiring for Jiaming, but you have to be in the right mood to do things, right?
When I'm in a bad mood, I become impatient with many things.
For Jiaming now, cooking is the same, because it was forced upon her by the first condition from her master, almost like being compelled.
Unhappy, Jiaming stood in the kitchen with a sullen face, ordering the kitchen staff around. But she didn't take the opportunity to vent her anger on them; she was just making things difficult for herself.
After everyone had gathered all the ingredients and everything was ready to be cooked, Jiaming's depressed mood calmed down a bit, but it didn't bring back her relaxed expression; she still had a stern face.
Just as the first dish was about to be served, the enticing aroma brought a smile to Jiaming's face.
She touched her stomach with her elbow. Hmm, the breakfast wasn't to her liking, she ate a little too little, and she was a little hungry.
Hehe, homemade food always smells better and tastes better.
Forget it, I'm not upset anymore. At least I made it myself today, which satisfies my hunger.
In the kitchen, those watching Jiaming cook couldn't help but sniff.
Then I remembered someone saying that someone had the opportunity to eat the leftovers of a meal prepared by Princess Guarjia, and that the taste was said to be extremely delicious.
Comparing this to the communal meals they were eating, some people couldn't help but swallow hard; others couldn't help but sigh inwardly: "The Emperor and the Fourth Prince are so lucky to always be able to eat such delicious food."
After lunch, everyone was satisfied.
Fourth Master felt that his three conditions were good, and he could eat the food he wanted and that suited his taste; Hongxuan, on the other hand, was pacing around the room with his bulging little belly—to digest his food.
As for Jiaming, she felt satisfied with her full stomach! It's true that you can eat well when you cook for yourself.
After Xiao Hongxuan finished digesting his food, it was time for his afternoon nap. He quickly climbed onto the cool mat on the couch and lay down.
Hongxuan used to take a nap here. Jiaming habitually picked up a copy of the Records of the Grand Historian, then went over and sat down on the side of the couch, telling him stories.
The Fourth Master was left standing behind by the mother and son. He didn't seem to mind, leisurely sitting down in a chair, having tea served, and casually picking up a book to read.
The story Jiaming told comes from the Records of the Grand Historian.
As for modern fairy tales, firstly, she hadn't been exposed to many of them, and secondly, they weren't suitable for her.
She had already discussed the Three Character Classic with Hongxuan, and since there were many stories in the Records of the Grand Historian, which she considered to be well-versed in, she switched to discussing that instead.
While she tried to avoid incorporating her own opinions—after all, she wasn't sure if her understanding was correct—she reasoned that stories always need to be expanded upon, otherwise they'd lose their charm.
Inevitably, some things got mixed in. Sometimes, while we're talking, I can't help but complain a bit.
She figured that such a small amount of personal stuff shouldn't cause any problems, so she let it be.
The Fourth Prince, who was reading a book nearby, was a little worried that Jiaming might say something inappropriate and mislead Hongxuan.
But since I didn't know what she was really saying, I couldn't just dismiss it from the start, so I listened while reading the book.
As he listened, his brow twitched, and he looked up, forgetting Jiaming who was focused on telling the story, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes.
He knew that Ming'er's younger brother, Jiaheng, was very good at studying, but he never expected that she would have such a profound understanding of the Records of the Grand Historian. This was truly rare among women.
Withdrawing his gaze, Fourth Master continued to look at the book in his hands.
He watched and listened to Jiaming's explanation.
As he listened, he couldn't help but frown slightly, his hand holding the book moved slightly, his brows relaxed, but he could no longer concentrate on the book, instead focusing on the story Jiaming was telling.
As he listened, his eyes lit up, his thin lips pursed, he put down the book in his hand, looked at Jiaming who was telling the story, and listened attentively.
As I listened, I compared my understanding with my own, and when I heard the differences, I pondered them carefully and gained a lot of new insights.
Similarly, there are also opinions that are not so agreeable after listening to them.
At one or two places, Fourth Master didn't react, but as time went by, his brows furrowed more and more deeply.
Jiaming had her back to the Fourth Master and didn't notice, but Hongtao, who was serving inside the room, did notice. However, considering the situation inside, she opened her mouth but didn't dare to make a sound to disturb him.
Hongxuan, who was lying on his side on the tatami listening to the story, could also be seen, but he was so engrossed in the story that he didn't pay much attention to the subtle changes in his expression.
Even though he was only slightly distracted by the story, he was still startled by his father's sudden voice, and his eyes widened in surprise.
"wrong!"
Jiaming was startled by the sudden sound, but she was more concerned about Hongxuan. She patted Hongxuan's head and turned to scold him, "Master, you scared Hongxuan!"
He was immediately proven wrong.
"I wasn't scared!" Hongxuan sat up, patting his puffed-out chest, refusing to admit it.
He wasn't so easily scared, thought the young man, Xuan.
Jiaming turned her head and glared at Hongxuan, “…” She was doing this for your own good, but he didn’t appreciate it at all. She felt a little sour in her heart.
Jiaming, unaware of Hongxuan's strong-willed nature, simply thought that the child was protective of his own, because he had a good relationship with the Fourth Master and wouldn't allow her to blame his father.
Thinking about it, she felt a pang of sadness, so much so that she felt a little nauseous.
So sour it makes me want to vomit? Could it be that I'm imagining things? Just as she was trying to figure out if that was true, the Fourth Prince's voice interrupted her thoughts.
“Hongxuan is a prince, how could he be so easily frightened? But you, what you just said,” the Fourth Prince continued, reciting some words from the story she had just told Hongxuan, “I don’t agree with what you said.”
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