Duofu has stopped grumbling now. The feeling of fullness in his stomach has greatly relieved his mood. Now all he has left for dinner is a pork knuckle.
Of course, dessert after a meal is not included.
Duofu lingered in the Fourth Prince's arms for a while before whimpering for pork knuckle. After saying that, he closed his eyes and opened his mouth, waiting for the Fourth Prince to feed him.
The Fourth Prince looked at the whole, greasy pork knuckles. It wasn't that they were greasy, but they were covered with a variety of ingredients that made the whole knuckle look oily.
The Fourth Prince usually dislikes this dish, but since his son, Duofu, likes it, it has to be on his table at least once a week.
Otherwise, the little darling in his arms would have thrown a tantrum.
The Fourth Prince picked up a handkerchief, wiped his clean right hand, and suppressed his discomfort. He then grabbed the bone-in side of the elbow and carefully brought it to Duofu's mouth.
The Fourth Prince felt that his entire right hand was sticky and sticky.
He usually wouldn't have felt this much when he saw Duofu pick up and gnaw on it, but now, seeing the pork knuckle in his right hand, the Fourth Prince felt that he never wanted to eat this kind of food again in his life.
Duofu didn't care about the Fourth Prince's reaction. He closed his eyes and started gnawing on the braised pork knuckle. It was the same familiar taste and the same recipe.
It has just the right texture when you bite into it—not too soft, not too chewy—and it's neither too greasy nor too dry.
Duofu's eyes slowly narrowed, forming crescent shapes, and his rosy cheeks were filled with satisfaction.
Before long, he finished the small pork knuckle. Duofu licked his lips, still wanting more, and bulged his belly, sensing that he could still eat.
With a soft "ah," it opened its mouth again.
The Fourth Prince was about to wipe his hands with a handkerchief when he saw the little prince in his arms, who was grinning widely, meaning he wanted more.
The Fourth Prince looked at his right hand, which was covered in sauce, pursed his lips, and then picked up a pork knuckle.
After the plate of four braised pork knuckles was completely gone, Duofu's bulging belly slumped softly in the Fourth Prince's arms, letting out a satisfied burp.
The Fourth Prince wiped his hands, ate a few bites casually, and then stopped eating.
The greasy feeling on his right hand always made him feel uncomfortable.
"Su Peisheng, fetch me a basin of water."
Su Peisheng, who was standing not far from the entrance, quickly responded after hearing the instructions.
He took the water from the eunuch beside him, quickly went to the room, knocked on the door, and only opened it after hearing a response from inside. He then closed the door again.
The Fourth Prince first used a handkerchief to wipe Duofu's tear-streaked face.
Then he changed to another cloth, wiped his mouth, which was covered in sauce, clean, and then slowly began to wash his right hand.
After changing the water three times, the Fourth Prince finally felt that his right hand had returned.
I picked up the plum juice from the side, took a sip, and found the temperature to be just right, not too cold.
Only then did he spoon-feed the little darling in his arms, who was holding his belly and whimpering.
After feeding him the last bite, the Fourth Prince casually took off his somewhat dirty outer garment, leaving him only in his inner garment. He then held Duofu and lay down on the soft couch, his right hand naturally pressing Duofu's stomach clockwise.
Duofu was full and well taken care of, and his temper from earlier had almost subsided.
The Fourth Prince's men didn't stop working, and casually asked a question in the middle of the process.
"My little darling, are you alright now? I was wrong this time. I shouldn't have teased you."
"I was playing in the yard this afternoon when I saw and heard something that upset my little darling."
Duofu was already full, and with the added comfort of the massage, he was feeling drowsy when he heard the Fourth Prince ask about what happened that afternoon.
Without even thinking, Duofu's sweet, childlike voice came out.
"You're getting married to a princess without telling me? Are we still brothers?"
The Fourth Prince looked at the chubby little thing in his arms. "Thank goodness he's a brother," he thought. He wouldn't have this much patience for his brothers, and even if he had his own children in the future, he still wouldn't be able to be this patient.
"You're not my good brother, you're clearly my little ancestor."
Duofu didn't care whether he was a little darling or a good brother. In any case, not telling him about such a big thing as getting married meant he didn't consider him a good brother.
The Fourth Prince originally thought that there was nothing to say to Duofu about marrying a wife. It was just a matter of bringing home someone to manage the inner quarters, and to him, it was no different from anything else.
If we have to pinpoint a specific connection, it would be that the Emperor has gone to see his wife, and he can now arrange some tasks for her.
Although he worked alongside the Crown Prince, it was mostly insignificant tasks or cleaning up messes for his second brother, the Crown Prince; he never truly entered the court.
The Fourth Prince was still somewhat eager to enter the court as soon as possible, to share the burdens of his father, the Emperor, and his second brother, the Crown Prince, and to get rid of the title of "bald prince" as soon as possible.
The Fourth Prince wasn't thinking of arguing with Duofu right now. His main task was to go along with what the little prince in his arms was saying and quickly calm him down.
It's better to remember it tomorrow, otherwise it will be even worse.
He knows his own son perfectly well; he's got the same stubborn temper as him.
She's petty and holds grudges.
Although that's what the Fourth Prince thought in his heart, he couldn't hide the joy in his eyes.
"It's all my fault for being too busy and forgetting to tell you. You know I've been busy serving the Crown Prince lately, and I haven't even thought about marrying a princess since I got back."
"I was so busy that I forgot about it. It's all Su Peisheng's fault for not reminding me of such an important matter."
"That's why I forgot to tell the little ancestor."
The Fourth Prince held the child in his arms with his eyes closed, his face showing increasing satisfaction and a slight smirk. He had truly raised a little tyrant.
"If anything major happens to me in the future, I will tell you immediately. If it happens again, I will be punished by not eating meat for another month."
Duofu panicked instantly, his eyes snapping open. This wasn't punishing the Fourth Prince at all; it was clearly punishing him.
He's usually the one eating meat at the table. The Fourth Prince is practically a vegetarian; he avoids meat whenever possible. I don't know how he grew up so well; he doesn't eat meat and yet he still has such a great figure.
"No, uh... since you know you were wrong, I won't hold it against you this time."
The Fourth Prince switched hands and continued pressing his stomach, his tone still casual.
"So now... little darling... are you still angry?"
Duofu felt comfortable being massaged, his eyebrows and eyes curved, showing no trace of the way he had just been wailing. He shook his head.
"Hmm... a little bit to the right, a little bit more..."
"Mmm... I'm not angry anymore."
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