Half a quarter of an hour later, the fire that Mo Qiqi couldn't light just now was actually lit by Jun Qianche, and it was still burning.
Jun Qianche looked at Mo Qiqi and mocked her with his eyes.
Mo Qiqi rolled her eyes at him and gave him a thumbs up.
Then Mo Qiqi took some rice, lotus seeds and other things, and prepared to cook a bowl of eight-treasure porridge for him to try. He must not let him look down on him. What's the point of showing off if you can light a fire? My aunt can also cook delicious porridge. !
So the most noble men and women in Huachen Kingdom were busy in this small kitchen.
Not long after, another unpleasant incident occurred between the emperor and the empress: "Your Majesty, your fire is too strong. My porridge is almost boiling. Small dots, small dots."
"Mo Qiqi, are you kidding me?" Jun Qianche scolded unhappily.
Mo Qiqi retorted with grievance: "Why do you mean I'm teasing you? The purpose of cooking porridge is to boil it over high heat at first, and then simmer slowly over low heat! Can you do it?"
"I can't do it, come here." Jun Qianche suddenly gave up. He was the majestic king of a country, and he was here to help her light the fire, and yet she was so picky.
Mo Qiqi was also very angry. Although she communicated well with him, he was so unreasonable. You are the only one with a bad temper! My aunt also said: "I'll do it, I'll do it." I don't believe I can't make porridge without you.
It is said that there will be a running-in period between husband and wife. The running-in period for emperors and queens is probably a long and arduous task.
A quarter of an hour later, Mo Qiqi looked at the porridge in the bowl, feeling frustrated and on the verge of tears, and looked at Jun Qianche.
Jun Qianche said sarcastically: "This is the porridge cooked by the Queen. It really impresses me. I will punish you by being a vegetarian for a month."
"Hey! Your Majesty, you are being unreasonable! Can you blame me for the porridge being cooked like this? It's not because the Emperor's fire was not good." Mo Qiqi bravely retorted.
Jun Qianche stared at her.
Mo Qiqi didn't dare to meet his sharp eyes, lowered her head and said aggrievedly: "Humph! The emperor will bully his concubines. People know that the emperor is sick, and they kindly come to see the emperor. It's fine if the emperor is not moved. He also makes things difficult for others to cook. Porridge, obviously people know how to cook porridge, but the emperor didn't cooperate with them to light a fire. As a result, the porridge was cooked and it was blamed on them, and they were also very aggrieved, okay? You still stared at them like this, woo woo—" Suddenly I felt very sad. It’s a grievance. In modern times, whether you are cooking for teammates, family, or friends, they will all praise you. Why is it that when you are here, you can’t get recognition, but you are still ridiculed and bullied by him. It's not fun here at all. She wants to go back to her world.
Seeing Mo Qiqi cry, Jun Qianche's heart was severely tugged and he was also shocked. Although he and the queen have been married for two years, the queen in front of him has always been domineering and arrogant. She never looked like a little woman, let alone cried in front of him.
So facing her like this, he was really at a loss: "You, why are you crying?"
"Of course I'm crying because I'm wronged! I'm obviously good at cooking, but you denied it. You just bullied me on purpose." Mo Qiqi sniffed and looked at him.
Seeing her crying face, Jun Qianche's cold heart softened a little. He stepped forward and gently helped her wipe away the tears on her face. He said in a stiff tone: "Okay, don't Crying. Just don’t cook it from now on."
Mo Qiqi wiped away her tears and said seriously: "I really know how to cook. This time it's your fault." Right and wrong must be made clear. Damn, why did she suddenly start crying in front of him? It’s so embarrassing. She’s not a crybaby! It must be because I miss home so much.
Jun Qianche sighed helplessly, took her hand and walked out.
"Hey! What are you doing? Where are you taking me?" Mo Qiqi trotted along, following his footsteps.
Soon, Jun Qianche returned to Yujing Palace with Mo Qiqi.
Mo Qiqi shook off his hand and said displeasedly: "Why don't you just come to your palace and force me to go? I have long legs and I can walk on my own. I see that the emperor's illness is fine." , I will go back first."
"Stop." Jun Qianche shouted to stop her again.
Mo Qiqi glared at him impatiently and asked, "What else is there! Are you going to make things difficult for me again?"
Jun Qianche pulled her over, walked to the basin stand, and asked her to look into the basin.
Mo Qiqi's little face in the basin was very dirty, like a little tabby cat.
He raised his head, glared at Jun Qianche with an aggrieved look and complained: "It's all your fault. If you hadn't asked me to cook porridge, would I have made it so dirty?"
Jun Qianche didn't bother to argue with her, so he took the handkerchief, dipped it in some water, and helped her wipe her face.
Mo Qiqi was slightly startled and said a little embarrassedly: "I'll do it myself!"
Jun Qianche reached out to open her hand and personally helped her wipe her face clean.
Mo Qiqi sneered in her heart: Could this guy have a fever and burn out his head? You are so kind, but there is no one here! Who are you pretending to be affectionate for? However, it is worth showing off to be served by an emperor for a while. When you wear it back, you can show off to your friends. I have been served by an emperor. I am afraid that not many people have been served by the emperor in ancient and modern times! Hahaha-
While Mo Qiqi was in a daze, Jun Qianche had already wiped her dirty face clean and reached out to flick her forehead.
Mo Qiqi's wandering thoughts were immediately pulled back, she rubbed her forehead and said in displeasure, "What are you doing!"
Jun Qianche walked towards Long An and said coldly: "Help me study ink."
Mo Qiqi pointed at herself: "Me? Yan Mo! I asked you how could you be so kind and help me wipe my face! It turns out you have another purpose!"
Jun Qianche sat on the dragon chair and looked at her.
With eyes full of majesty and domineering, Mo Qiqi's anger disappeared in an instant, and she reluctantly walked to Long's case to study the ink.
Jun Qianche picked up the pen and looked at her, and said coldly again: "With your grinding method, I'm afraid you won't be able to grind out ink by night."
Mo Qiqi imagined a scene in her mind. She poured a large basin of ink on Jun Qianche, then pointed at him with both hands on her waist and yelled: Don't you want ink? That's enough now! Everyone dyes you black. "Hahaha—" Mo Qiqi was immersed in her own fantasy and laughed.
Jun Qianche slammed the table angrily: "Mo Qiqi—"
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