Chapter 7: The Third Master of Song
"Zi Su, is there a kitchen in our yard?"
Song Qingyuan had already made up her mind. In her previous life, her parents had made their fortune by making sweet cakes.
She was influenced by her family and could easily make all kinds of desserts. She later studied medicine to help her father, who suffered from diabetes, to improve his health.
Those days when I was busy in the kitchen with my parents and the house was filled with sweet aromas seem like yesterday.
She thought she was lucky.
It's just a pity for the original owner of this body. He died while saving others and couldn't even protect his own child.
Song Qingyuan said silently in his heart: Don't worry, I will protect your family and your children and let them live a long life.
"Miss, there is a kitchen, but it has not been used for a long time and it will take some time to clean up." Zi Su replied.
Song Qingyuan glanced at the sky outside and said, "It will take some time for the prince to return from court. Ask Xiao Xiazi to watch the gate of the palace and report back immediately if there is any movement."
Her goal was clear, to win back Shen Yanzhi's heart within a limited time.
It is not appropriate to say seduction, it should be said to regain favor.
According to the clues in the original novel, Shen Yanzhi is a nostalgic person. If the heroine in the book can win him over with a cake, then Song Qingyuan can certainly do the same.
However, the book is vague about what the heroine did, and only mentions that it was related to grapes tributed from the Western Regions.
"Miss, the kitchen is cleaned up."
Less than half an incense stick of time later, Zisu returned. She was always efficient and effective. She brought a few maids and Wenling with her and quickly transformed the dusty kitchen into a brand new one.
While they were not paying attention, Song Qingyuan took out a few bunches of plump purple grapes from the space and put them into the bamboo basket without leaving any trace.
"Zi Su, all of you please go out. I want to make this delicacy myself. No one is allowed to come in."
She closed the door, placed all the materials on the table, and began to work in an orderly manner according to the steps she remembered.
Wash and peel the grapes, add sugar and water to the grape skins and boil them until they turn into a beautiful purple-red color. Then remove the skins, pour the boiling sugar water into the tapioca flour, knead it into a smooth dough while it is still hot, and finally roll it into crystal clear small balls.
“Grape Bobo Balls, simple and delicious.”
When she was holding a bowl of exquisite dessert and was about to open the door to go to the prince to show her courtesy, she froze when the door opened.
It was quiet outside the door, but there were two great gods standing there.
Shen Yanzhi and her brother Song Mingjing just looked at her without saying a word.
"Hi, Your Highness." Song Qingyuan calmed himself down and looked at Shen Yanzhi, who was standing with his third brother Song Mingjing, his eyes occasionally glancing towards him.
"No need for formalities. Xiao Xiazi said that you prepared food for me, so I came here on my own." Shen Yanzhi's voice showed no emotion.
Song Mingjing's eyes were fixed on her hands which were slightly stained with flour.
His sister, who had been raised in the palm of his hand since she was a child, had never had to do any housework and lived a life of luxury, but now her face was covered with dust and her hands were much rougher.
Song Mingjing only hated himself for being incompetent and not being able to provide his sister with a strong backer, causing her to suffer such grievances in the palace.
His gaze pierced the culprit next to him like a knife.
Xiao Xiazi was still unaware, as if he had done something great. He was half-raising his head, like a husky waiting for his owner's praise. He even felt that Song Qingyuan's eyes were praising him for his ability to do things, and his chest puffed out even higher.
"Hello, brother." Song Qingyuan did not forget to salute his brother.
In Song Mingjing's eyes, this well-behaved appearance became solid evidence that her sister was not living a good life and had become cautious.
His eyes instantly turned red and his throat rolled. At this moment, he just wanted to take his sister away from this place immediately.
Song Qingyuan had no idea that his brother's heart was in turmoil. He only felt that his red eyes and round face made him look a bit like a rabbit, which was quite cute.
Seeing this, Zi Su had already cleverly sent people to the inner room to arrange the tables and chairs.
She took the dessert from Song Qingyuan's hand, and the three of them sat down.
"Why haven't those two little ones come out yet?" Shen Yanzhi looked towards the inner room and frowned.
His two children were too well-behaved. If he didn't say anything, they would stay quietly all day and never come to him on their own initiative.
He is exactly the same as Song Qingyuan now.
He waited for her to give in and surrendered, and he waited for three years.
Three years ago, he did something wrong and said something wrong.
But who was he? He was her husband, a prince. It was a great blessing that he didn't execute her in anger.
She was so good that she even dared to be angry with him and avoid him.
If his people hadn't come to report today that she had sent people to wait for him at the gate of the palace, he would not have bothered to give her this little face.
Now that you know you are wrong, that’s good.
"Did you make this pastry yourself?" Shen Yanzhi picked up a pastry that looked like a grape and looked soft and translucent.
When you put it in your mouth, a sweet fruity aroma instantly explodes on your taste buds, and the chewy texture has a wonderful chewiness.
Shen Yanzhi, who usually keeps his emotions secret, lost control this time and reached out to take the second one.
Song Mingjing also picked up one and put it in her mouth. After chewing it twice, the moisture in her eyes could no longer be held back, and a hot teardrop "popped" onto the table, leaving a small stain.
"Brother, is it not delicious?" Song Qingyuan looked at his chubby brother, his shoulders shaking slightly, like a dolphin that had suffered a great injustice, sobbing suppressedly, and couldn't help feeling a little dazed.
"It's delicious...very delicious." Song Mingjing's voice was choked and almost incoherent.
It was so delicious, so delicious that it made his heart ache.
Shen Yanzhi glanced at him and said nothing, thinking that he felt that his sister had been wronged.
When he investigated Song Qingyuan, he knew that Song's parents and three brothers treated her like the apple of their eye.
Before I was five years old, I had never touched the ground, and my brothers took turns carrying me wherever I went.
In order to prevent him from bullying his beloved sister, his third brother-in-law sent him food and military supplies, both openly and secretly, to help him out of his urgent need.
Now that she has given up cooking, this brother must be heartbroken.
Shen Yanzhi's gaze slowly shifted from the sobbing Song Mingjing back to Song Qingyuan's face.
She happened to raise her head, and their eyes met in mid-air.
Perhaps it was the depressing atmosphere in the room, or perhaps it was because she had just been wronged, but Song Qingyuan's eyes were slightly red, and her eyes were sparkling with tears as she looked straight at him.
That look was fragile and helpless, as if he was a god who came down from the sky to save her from danger.
Shen Yanzhi's Adam's apple moved slightly.
He couldn't stand women looking at him like that.
This woman really loves herself terribly.
The unhappiness in my heart caused by Song Mingjing disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by a sense of satisfaction of being completely dependent on her.
He deliberately softened his voice, with a hint of soothing intent: "Yuan'er, you've worked hard today. If you want anything, just ask me."
The gifts and promises in these words are enough to make any woman in the capital ecstatic.
However, Song Qingyuan just lowered his eyes and said in a calm voice: "Thank you, Your Highness."
As soon as she finished speaking, she turned her wrist, picked up the largest and most juicy duck leg on the plate with the serving chopsticks, and placed it steadily into Song Mingjing's bowl next to her.
The whole action was smooth and flowing, without any hesitation, as if the prince beside him was just an insignificant decoration.
She said softly to her brother, "Brother, eat."
Song Mingjing's eyes were red as she looked at the duck legs in the bowl. She nodded heavily, her voice still tinged with tears: "Okay."
Shen Yanzhi's hand holding the wine glass paused in the air for a moment.
As he watched this scene of deep brotherly love, a subtle sense of dissatisfaction flashed across his heart, then turned into a slight sneer.
He is a man of loyalty and knows how to protect his useless brother.
Whatever, he's just a brother who's not presentable, no big deal.
He drank the wine in the glass, wiped the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, and stood up slowly.
"The king will come over for dinner tonight."
Such a light sentence was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake.
The servants in the room suddenly fell silent, even their breathing became lighter.
Everyone knows that when the prince comes over at night, it is not just for a meal.
It was not until the bright yellow figure completely disappeared outside the door that the gentle and respectful expression on Song Qingyuan's face shattered into pieces.
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