Lin Wanwan's words, "It's so well painted," were not sincere, but Xiao Che was overjoyed to hear them.
Although he himself thought those two eyebrows were ugly beyond belief, since the Empress had "praised" them, it meant that his "advanced technique" had worked!
However, when he tried to invite the Empress to breakfast to consolidate his "victory," he found that Lin Wanwan was still half-dead and looked as if she might ascend to heaven at any moment.
She simply sat quietly, letting the palace maids wipe away the two unsightly "caterpillars" with a damp cloth, and then draw new ones on.
She remained silent throughout the entire process.
Xiao Che panicked.
Sending flowers won't help.
Being there for someone is useless.
The compliment I received for drawing my eyebrows was nothing more than a lukewarm one.
What... what are we going to do?!
His brain, which was usually filled with political affairs, was now frantically recalling the ultimate secrets of "The Domineering Young Master Falls in Love with Me" at an unprecedented speed.
He remembered that the last chapter of the book contained a "trump card"!
That was the ultimate and most touching action the male protagonist took to win back the female protagonist's heart after countless misunderstandings and breakups and reconciliations!
The title of that chapter is—Cooking for Love!
Yes! Let's cook!
Xiao Che's eyes lit up instantly!
As the saying goes, a gentleman keeps away from the kitchen. A man who is willing to wash his hands and cook for the woman he loves must love her to the core! With this move, any knot in his heart will be easily untied!
This is it!
Xiao Che mentally slapped his thigh!
He glanced at Lin Wanwan, who remained silent, gritted his teeth, stamped his foot, and made a decision that would shake the entire palace.
He suddenly stood up, and without saying a word, turned around and walked out.
Lin Wanwan watched his hurried figure disappear into the distance, feeling utterly lost.
Is this... a case of messing up the performance, getting angry and refusing to continue?
However, Xiao Che did not go far.
He went straight to the small kitchen in Kunning Palace.
...
The small kitchen in Kunning Palace was peaceful and serene at this moment.
The imperial chefs were preparing the emperor and empress's breakfast in an orderly manner, and the air was filled with the aroma of food.
Just then, with a loud "bang," the kitchen door was kicked open from the outside!
"Get out of here!"
Xiao Che stormed in like a demon, carrying with him a tragic and heroic aura of "a hero going forth never to return."
Everyone in the kitchen was terrified by this sudden turn of events, dropping their pots and pans all over the floor.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty?!"
"Get lost!" Xiao Che said succinctly, exuding domineering aura.
The imperial chefs dared not ask any more questions and fled this dangerous place as if there were some man-eating monster inside.
Soon, only Xiao Che remained in the large kitchen.
He looked at the dazzling array of ingredients and pots and pans in front of him and took a deep breath.
Very good, everything is ready.
Next, it's time for this "domineering young man" to show his true skills!
What are we doing?
He thought about it and decided to make... longevity noodles.
The meaning is simple: I was wrong, I will never argue with you again, and we will be together forever!
What a beautiful meaning! She'll definitely be moved to tears!
Xiao Che acted immediately.
He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his muscular forearms.
Then... he froze.
Where is the noodle...?
How much water should I add?
How do you start a fire?
This emperor, who never lifted a finger to do housework, was stumped for the first time by the seemingly simple task of "cooking".
Thus began an epic "kitchen disaster".
Half an hour later, as Lin Wanwan was sitting in her bedchamber, wondering if Xiao Che had already stormed out of the palace in anger, a strange smell, a mixture of burnt and salty odors, drifted in from outside.
Immediately afterward, Xiao Che, carrying a large bowl, strode in with a proud and imposing air.
His face was smeared with black soot, making him look somewhat comical. His once neat casual clothes were now wrinkled and crumpled, with even a burnt patch on the hem.
He exuded an air of dishevelment, as if he had just escaped from a fire.
And the bowl of so-called "longevity noodles" he was holding was even more appalling.
In the bowl was a clump of dough, unrecognizable and tightly stuck together... a lump of dough? Or a paste?
In short, it is definitely not noodles.
The soup was an extremely cloudy, strange color, somewhere between gray and yellow.
The most terrifying thing was that right in the center of the bowl of noodles was an egg.
A runny yolk egg where the egg white is overcooked but the yolk is still translucent and liquid, looking like it's teeming with Salmonella...
Lin Wanwan: "..."
She stared dumbfounded at the bowl of culinary monstrosity in front of her, which resembled a "biological weapon," and at the man with a "praise me" expression on his face.
Meanwhile, our Emperor is currently indulging in a self-satisfied and grandiose mood.
He felt that he was an absolutely perfect man who had stepped out of a storybook!
He, an emperor, actually cooked for the woman he loved!
What kind of spirit is this?!
This is the spirit of great love!
He placed the bowl of "love-filled longevity noodles" heavily on the table in front of Lin Wanwan.
Then, in an extremely domineering and unyielding tone, he uttered a single word succinctly:
"eat."
Lin Wanwan looked at the bowl of noodles, then at him, and all that remained in her heart was endless despair.
She understood.
She understood completely.
Gift-giving...flower-giving...eyebrow-drawing...now, it's time to cook...
Just how much did he owe that talented woman from Jiangnan?!
Just how guilty and remorseful must he be to do one thing after another, things he would never have done before, to "apologize"?
This is the best he could do for that woman, isn't it?
And she, Lin-Wanwan, was merely a pathetic substitute used to "practice" these apologetic techniques.
A profound sorrow and despair overwhelmed her.
Looking into Xiao Che's eyes, which were filled with "expectation" and "pride," she slowly picked up her chopsticks.
She knew she couldn't refuse.
Because she no longer had the strength to have another argument with him.
Her heart was dead.
With a blank expression, she picked up a small handful of noodles that had clumped together so tightly that they were indistinguishable from each other, and slowly put them into her mouth.
"Crack!"
A crisp sound.
The noodles were undercooked.
Immediately afterwards, a terrifying taste, so salty it could rot your back teeth, comparable to drinking brine directly, exploded in her mouth!
Lin Wanwan's tears welled up instantly.
She cried because of the saltiness, and also because of... sadness.
She resisted the urge to spit out the "poison" and swallowed it with difficulty.
Then, she looked up at the man who was still eagerly waiting for her praise, and forced a smile that looked more like a grimace.
Her voice was tinged with an undeniable sob.
"……tasty."
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