He Youyou placed the plate on the table.
The child looked up at the slices of ham on the plate, but didn't show much interest, and listlessly lowered his head again.
Zhao Changqing understands He Youyou.
He knew that He Youyou had brought out only the best things.
At least, based on past experience, none of them have been a disaster.
So, without any hesitation or politeness, he reached out with his chopsticks, picked up a piece, and put it in his mouth.
As you chew, a meaty aroma fills your mouth.
The smell of meat finally caught the child's attention.
He looked up at Zhao Changqing.
"Uncle, what is it?"
Zhao Changqing lowered his eyes and looked at him indifferently: "Hmm, it's just an ordinary folk snack, nothing special. You wouldn't look down on it."
The child sniffed: "Uncle, I can smell meat, it smells so good."
"Hmm, it's alright, but it's far worse than what you usually eat. It's inedible."
"Uncle, I want to try it." He gazed at it longingly, licking his lips.
Zhao Changqing shook his head: "No, you don't want to. The taste... is just so-so."
As he spoke, he reached out and picked up another slice.
The child's eyes were fixed on his chopsticks.
When he heard the rumbling sounds coming from his stomach, Zhao Changqing couldn't help but almost burst out laughing.
The chopsticks in mid-air changed direction, and the sausage they were holding fell into the child's bowl.
He was overjoyed.
He hurriedly picked up his chopsticks from the table and shoveled the slice of ham into his mouth.
The moment it entered my mouth, after chewing it a couple of times, my eyes widened in surprise.
She glanced at Zhao Changqing, then at He Youyou.
"Uncle, it's delicious!"
Zhao Changqing smiled but remained silent.
When has anything she brings out ever not been delicious?
He Youyou had expected that he would like it.
No child can resist ham sausage.
She reached for a pancake, put a few slices on it, peeled an egg, crushed it, and rolled it up with a sausage.
"You won't be full just by eating that, eat it with the bread."
The child stared at the tortilla being handed to him, hesitated for a moment, and then finally reached out and took it.
"Thank you, sister."
“Auntie,” Zhao Changqing corrected him.
"Thank you, Auntie."
Although the pancake was a bit dry and hard, it tasted much better when rolled with eggs and ham.
The child ate two in a row and finally felt full.
After dinner, Zhao Changqing, under the pretext of resting, took the child and returned to the bedroom.
As soon as the two entered the room, Zhao Changqing bolted the door shut.
She took the child to the outer room and sat down in a round-backed chair.
One big, one small, one sitting, one standing, staring at each other.
Zhao Changqing's face was serious: "Zhao Wenqi, who sent you?"
The child was bold and not afraid of him at all, laughing to himself.
"Fourth Imperial Uncle, I came here of my own accord."
What are you doing here?
“I don’t want to be locked up in the palace studying every day, I don’t want to face those old scholars all day, I don’t want to listen to them nagging about grand principles. They are always complaining to my father and mother about me, saying that I am unruly, that I am not studious, that I am wild and untamed. I never want to see them again.”
"So you ran away? It's so far, what if something happens to you on the way? Who can bear the responsibility?! Do you...do your family know?"
"I told you I was coming to see you, and Father and Mother agreed. Moreover, among the people I brought, there are many experts, so nothing will happen to me."
"Nonsense! What do you want from me?" Zhao Changqing said sternly.
"I want to be someone's adopted son, just like you. That way, I won't have to read those books, learn those principles, or listen to that nagging anymore."
"you……"
Zhao Changqing angrily closed his eyes tightly to suppress the emotions surging within him.
"You think being someone's adopted son is fun?"
Zhao Wenqi nodded: "Yes, being an adopted son here means no one is watching over me. It's so free. I can do whatever I want. No one is watching me or complaining about me anymore."
Zhao Changqing lowered his head and let out a long breath.
His loneliness and grievances over the years became a complete joke in front of this child.
I never imagined that someone would consider this a form of freedom.
"Uncle, Imperial Uncle, please let me stay..."
Zhao Changqing extended a finger and touched his lips: "Don't call me Imperial Uncle here, and don't reveal your identity."
Zhao Wenqi replied, "I know, I won't give myself away at all outside."
"After the Qingming Festival holiday, I will be returning to the Youbei Camp, a heavily guarded military camp. I cannot take you with me."
Zhao Wenqi didn't care: "Uncle, you can go back as you please. As long as you don't send me back to the palace, I'm fine with staying anywhere. Otherwise, you can leave me at the Han family's house and let that pretty lady take care of me."
Zhao Changqing glared at him fiercely: "Auntie."
"Alright, alright, auntie it is, I don't mind."
Zhao Changqing: I mind.
Since things had come to this point, Zhao Changqing couldn't say anything more.
However, from his own perspective, he was not opposed to the idea of keeping Zhao Wenqi with the Han family.
After all, leaving a nephew here gives him another excuse to come back in the future.
I just don't know if He Youyou will be able to accept it.
Zhao Wenqi felt uneasy as he looked at his uncle's shifty eyes.
The Imperial Uncle wouldn't... knock him out and send him straight back to the capital, would he?
He went up and hugged his leg tightly: "Uncle, you only returned to the capital last year. We haven't known each other for long. I want to get closer to you."
Zhao Changqing couldn't help but chuckle: "You're much more cunning than your elder brother. With your personality, you really aren't suited to being cooped up in the palace every day."
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