The quick-witted Hongxuan didn't need anyone else to explain. After quickly processing Hongjing's words in his mind, he understood what his younger brother meant: "Did Mother go to cook?"
Although it was a question posed with doubt, he used an affirmative tone.
That's true. I've been away for so long, and I miss my mother. I don't believe she doesn't miss me. She's probably in the kitchen right now, making me a delicious meal!
Sure enough, the red heart next to him nodded.
Upon receiving the affirmation, Hongxuan's mouth began to water as he thought about his mother's cooking skills.
He couldn't help but swallow, and then he suddenly noticed that his younger brother was also drooling!
He couldn't help but smile and pat Hongjing's fluffy little head, which was still covered from not having shaved his head. He thought to himself with a hearty laugh: "No wonder we're brothers, we have such great chemistry!"
But it wasn't just because they were brothers that they had such good chemistry. Even those inside who knew about and had tasted Jiaming's cooking were salivating, such as Hongtao.
He was clearly craving it.
Blind to everything, Hongxuan didn't care about any of that. He just felt it was the brothers' tacit understanding, and his initial joy rose again.
After a while, the two brothers, who were building blocks together inside the house, suddenly heard other sounds.
They all turned their heads to look at the doorway and saw a familiar figure appear.
"You're back!" Jiaming said first.
"Mother!" Hongxuan put down the building blocks in his hand and hurriedly got up and ran towards Jiaming.
Hongjing remained calm and sat still. He saw his mother every day and didn't miss her as much as Hongxuan did.
Jiaming hugged Hongxuan tightly, bent down, and gave him a quick kiss.
Hongxuan felt waves of joy as he was embraced and kissed, his little hands tightly gripping Jiaming's clothes.
Seeing this, Jiaming understood that even though the little guy usually pretended to be a "little adult," he still couldn't control the longing deep in his heart.
She gently stroked his head, comforting him while tenderly observing him with her eyes, "You've lost weight!"
In fact, Hongxuan, who has grown taller, has lost a little weight, but that's normal.
Hongxuan felt that way. After being comforted and able to control his emotions, he loosened his grip on the hem of his clothes. "Mother, it's nothing. I've just grown taller."
But Jiaming was completely out of her mind and didn't think of that. She even looked at Hongxuan with concern and said, "You think I'd misjudge your mother? Don't try to fool me."
Hongxuan: ...He wasn't lying; he was telling the truth.
Ke Jiaming just felt that Hongxuan had lost weight.
Knowing that there was no point in arguing further, Hongxuan just chuckled and let it go without saying anything more.
"Your mother has made a lot of your favorite dishes. Eat more later to make up for the weight you've lost."
Hongxuan smiled warmly and nodded, feeling very pleased with his mother Jiaming's care.
Hongjing stared intently at Jiaming and Hongxuan. For some reason, he felt uneasy and couldn't help but crawl towards them, inserting himself between them.
Jiaming picked him up, holding him in one arm and continuing to stroke Hongxuan's head with the other, while talking to him, "Alright, it's time for dinner. After dinner, we'll continue our conversation."
Hongjing, who was being held by Jiaming, smiled again. Satisfied with his current state, he rubbed his little head against Jiaming's chest.
She was focused on Jiaming and her son Hongxuan and didn't notice anything wrong with Hongjing.
After Green Willow presented the damp cloths, Jiaming took them and patiently wiped the brothers' hands. She wiped her own hands as well before they all came to the dining table.
After placing Hongjing on the specially made chair, Jiaming turned to Hongtao beside her and said, "Hongtao, you feed the Fifth Prince."
"Yes, ma'am!"
Hongjing did not object. In the past, apart from being fed by his mother, he was often fed red peaches.
However, not long after they sat down at the table, the little guy noticed that his mother was frequently putting food on "Guoguo's" plate.
"Here, have some sweet and sour pork ribs. You really like them, so eat more."
"Thank you, Mother!" Hongxuan said, picking up the food that had been placed in his bowl and eating it with relish.
"Why are you being so polite?" Jiaming smiled irritably, then continued to pick up her chopsticks. "And this chopped chili fish head, that's also one of your favorites. Eat more if you like it."
"Mmm-hmm!" Hongxuan nodded as he ate.
Picking up food...
As Hongjing watched, he couldn't help but look at Jiaming expectantly, smacking his lips intermittently, hoping that his mother would spare some attention for him, and preferably serve him some food too! In the past, his mother would serve food for herself.
To everyone's surprise, Jiaming continued to serve only Hongxuan, saying, "Shredded pork with sweet bean sauce, here, this is also your favorite. Eat more, and if it's not enough, your mother will give you more."
"That's enough, that's enough, Mother, please stop." Hongxuan said, covering the bowl with his little hand to stop Jiaming from putting more food in his bowl.
Hongjing smacked his lips in frustration, "I don't want it, but I do!"
Jiaming, who paid no attention to Hongjing, said to Hongxuan in an annoyed tone, "What, you're complaining about the food I put on your plate?"
"Where?" Hongxuan moved his hand away from the bowl, then said with a grin, "It's just that Mother, you've given me too much meat and vegetables. I don't actually mind the vegetables."
Upon hearing this, Jiaming immediately understood what Hongxuan meant: he'd been eating too much meat and now wanted to eat vegetarian food!
"Oh, I see!" she said, reaching out her chopsticks to place the two dishes on Hongxuan's plate. "Then this saliva cucumber and the cold lotus root salad are quite good. Eat as much as you like."
Hongjing looked at his mother and Guoguo being affectionate, and stopped chewing.
Then I looked at the meat dishes on the table, and then at the vegetables in my bowl, and suddenly I felt that the vegetables weren't so delicious after all.
Hongtao held the spoon for a long time, and seeing that the other party did not open his mouth, she immediately reminded him: "Fifth Prince, open your mouth."
Hongjing looked at the food being fed to his mouth with disgust, and pursed his lips, feeling a little uncomfortable.
How strange! The Fifth Prince, who usually has a good appetite, has lost his appetite after eating so little. Hongtao frowned slightly. "Come on, Fifth Prince, open your mouth. This is your favorite vegetarian dish, made by His Majesty himself."
Hongjing ignored Hongtao and couldn't help but look directly at Jiaming.
Jiaming also heard Hongtao's words, so she paid some attention to this side. She turned to look at Hongjing, her brows furrowing slightly. She also felt that it was strange that Hongjing suddenly lost his appetite.
"Why aren't you eating? It was all made by Mom, it's delicious!"
Seeing that Jiaming was paying attention to him, Hongjing smiled slightly. "Vegetables, vegetables!"
Upon hearing this, Jiaming reached out her chopsticks and picked up some green vegetables.
Hongjing's smile deepened, but then it suddenly froze.
Jiaming placed some greens into Hongxuan's bowl, and then said to Hongjing, "Sweetie, what do you want to eat? Hongtao will feed you."
Hongjing felt stifled, and her little mouth immediately pouted.
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