Chapter 442 His name is very special, so it impressed me
Mo Liyuan let her go as he was told and turned back to the table.
A soft sound came from the darkness, and a little orange flame jumped, lighting the candlestick on the table.
A soft light quickly spread, dispelling the thick darkness. He turned around, the candlelight dancing in his deep eyes: "I heard from the maid that Yue'er hasn't eaten lunch or dinner yet?"
After hearing his question, Lan Xiyue realized that her stomach was empty and she felt a strong sense of hunger.
She laughed a little sheepishly and touched her belly: "I was busy preparing medicine in the space, and for a moment... I forgot the time."
Mo Liyuan approached again, stretched out his long arms, and encircled her in his embrace. He lowered his head, gently resting his chin on the top of her hair, and his warm breath brushed her ear: "Yu'er, what are you busy with in the space?"
Lan Xiyue snuggled obediently in his arms, absorbing his warmth as she explained, "On my way out today, I passed by the city gate and saw quite a few refugees... They all had severe frostbite on their hands and faces, which was really distressing. So I thought I'd try using the spiritual spring water when I get back, along with some effective frostbite cream and pills to prevent colds." She tilted her head back, the candlelight illuminating her clear eyes. "It's made with spiritual spring water, so the effects should be excellent."
Mo Liyuan tightened his arms around her, holding her more tightly in his embrace.
He lowered his head and buried his face deep in the warm crook of her neck. He took a deep breath, his nostrils filled with her unique fragrance, a mixture of light herbs and the clear fragrance of spiritual spring water. His voice came muffled from the side of her neck, with deep care and a hint of imperceptible fatigue: "Yue'er, you have worked hard."
After a moment of silence, he raised his head and gently stroked her cheek with his fingertips. "Would you like me to have some food brought in? Or...Yue'er would like to have dinner in the side hall?"
Lan Xiyue's eyes suddenly lit up, with a hint of greed and excitement: "I suddenly want to eat a bowl of hot egg noodles! I'll go to the kitchen and make it myself!"
Mo Liyuan frowned again when he heard that, and tightened his hand around her waist: "Yuer, if you want to eat, just tell the kitchen. Why bother going to that smoky place yourself?" He looked at her slightly tired but excited face, and although his tone was disapproving, it softened a lot, with helplessness and indulgence.
"I haven't made it myself in a while, and besides, it doesn't take long to cook noodles."
Mo Liyuan stared down at her, the candlelight dancing in her eyes. The pure energy that faintly revealed her desire to do something instantly softened the disapproval in his heart.
He sighed helplessly, and that sigh contained too much indulgence, which eventually turned into a sentence: "Forget it, I can't beat you."
He loosened his arm, but didn't let her go completely. Instead, he took her slightly cold hand and wrapped it tightly in his warm, dry palm. "I will go with you." His tone was unquestionable.
Lan Xiyue obediently let him lead the way, and the two of them walked out of the main courtyard, one in front and the other behind.
The cold wind of the winter night immediately blew in Lan Xiyue's face, carrying the broken snow. She subconsciously shrank her neck.
Mo Liyuan noticed it immediately and calmly pulled her to his side. His tall and straight body blocked most of the cold wind for her.
He held her hand and walked through the corridor covered with icicles. The halo of the lantern elongated the figures of the two people leaning against each other and cast a shadow on the bluestone slabs covered with a thin layer of snow.
The busiest hours in the palace's kitchen had long passed, and only a few servants on night duty were dozing by the fire.
The arrival of Mo Liyuan and Lan Xiyue was like a huge rock thrown into the calm water.
The servants woke up with a start, and seeing who was coming, they were so frightened that their souls were trembling. They knelt down and saluted, their voices trembling: "Prince! Princess! Why have you condescended to come to this filthy place?"
Mo Liyuan only glanced at them casually and said, "Leave someone to light the fire, and the rest of you go out and wait."
The servants retreated as if they had been pardoned, and stood guard outside the door in the corridor, not daring to make a sound.
Various ingredients and seasonings are neatly stacked in the cupboards and on the counter. The air is filled with the unique aroma of firewood, oil and food, which is warm and down-to-earth.
Lan Xiyue looked at the servant who was trembling slightly with his head lowered, and said softly, "Lift your head."
The servant slowly raised his head, and Lan Xiyue raised an eyebrow. "Oh, it's you. I remember you. What's your name?"
The little mosquito whispered, "My name is Little Mosquito."
Lan Xiyue laughed heartily, "Yes, Little Mosquito." Lan Xiyue turned to look at Mo Liyuan, "Mo Liyuan, the fire servants in your mansion all have such unique names..."
Seeing her smile, Mo Liyuan also smiled, "Yuer, you even remember the fire servant in the kitchen?"
Lan Xiyue nodded. "Well, his name is very unique, so it left a deep impression on me."
Little Mosquito knelt down and said, "It is my honor to be remembered by the princess."
Lan Xiyue waved her hand and said, "Okay, get up and light a fire for me. I want to cook noodles."
"Yes." The little mosquito immediately got up, walked to the stove and started to light a fire.
Lan Xiyue took a deep breath and immediately let go of Mo Liyuan's hand. She excitedly rolled up her sleeves, revealing her two white and slender wrists.
She found the flour jar, scooped out the snow-white flour and poured it into the basin, and then scooped some cool well water from the small jar next to it.
Her slender fingers skillfully kneaded and turned the flour and water. Her movements were smooth and focused. The white powder stuck to her fingertips and nose, but she was completely unaware.
Mo Liyuan didn't sit down, but just leaned quietly against the door frame, his eyes following her figure without blinking.
He watched her knead the dough skillfully, the dough gradually becoming smooth and pliable in her hands; he watched her roll out the dough, fold it, and cut it into noodles of even thickness, her movements so smooth as if she had practiced them a thousand times.
The water in the pot quickly began to boil, and hot steam spread out.
Lan Xiyue shook the cut noodles into the boiling water, where they stretched and floated. She turned again, picked up two eggs, and gently tapped them against the edge of the bowl. The egg liquid slid into the bowl, and she quickly beat them with chopsticks until they turned golden.
When the noodles are almost cooked, she pours the egg liquid evenly into the pot, and the golden egg flowers instantly bloom among the white noodles.
Finally, she sprinkled a handful of chopped green onions and scooped a small spoonful of fragrant homemade lard from the small jar next to it.
The rich aroma instantly filled the entire kitchen. It was a simple yet extremely tempting smell, the taste of home.
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