Seeing her, Gu Linchao was a little surprised, but his face was obviously milder, "What's the matter, do you have something to do with me?"
Hearing the unfamiliar tone, Wen Yunong paused, and said deliberately: "It's okay, can't the concubine come to see the prince?"
Gu Linchao was stunned for a moment, as if he hadn't thought about this question.
After a long while, he said: "Then you..."
Wen Yunlong picked up the food box in his hand, "The concubine sees that the prince is always working so hard for court affairs. In the afternoon, I specially made a bowl of ginseng and hen soup for you."
When talking about the word "hands-on", she deliberately emphasized her tone.
Gu Linchao was stunned when he heard the words, and his eyes fell on the food box in her hand, "You stewed it yourself?"
"Yeah." Wen Rongjun thought he was moved by him, so he responded quickly, and then added, "It's been a full two hours of stewing, and the concubine has been guarding by the stove, never leaving a single step." In fact, after she put the ingredients on the stove, she asked the cook to take care of them while she went to take a lunch break.
She cooked it herself...
This reminded Gu Linchao of the ginseng tea she made for herself last time, the taste...
He can't forget it now.
But when she met the girl's earnest eyes asking for credit, her words of refusal turned into, "Thank you for your hard work, this king will drink it."
Wen Rongjun smiled, and immediately took out the ginseng soup from the food box, held it in both hands, and brought it in front of him.
"This ginseng soup must be drunk while it is hot, otherwise it will be a bit bitter when it is cold, and the effect will not be so good. The prince will drink it while it is hot."
Seeing her confident look, Gu Linchao couldn't help feeling more confident about the taste of this ginseng soup.
It shouldn't taste that bad, right
People say that once raw and second cooked, this is the second time she has grown this ginseng, so she should have some experience.
Thinking, he reached out to take the bowl.
The air is filled with the aroma of ginseng and chicken, the bowl is still steaming, and the presentation is not bad.
This soup looks like it should taste good too.
Gu Linchao convinced himself, bowed his head and took a sip.
However, the gap between imagination and reality is not as simple as he thought.
If it weren't for his super self-control ability, he would have gulped out the ginseng soup out of composure.
He looked at the girl in front of him in astonishment.
"What's wrong?" Sensing his strangeness, Wen Rong asked strangely.
Gu Linchao swallowed the soup in his mouth, and asked lightly: "Did you try drinking the soup after it was cooked?"
Wen Rongjun shook his head, "No." Then he said confidently, "Although I'm not very good at cooking, I can still put salt in right, so don't try."
Is this something to do with salt
Obviously there is too much ginseng.
And compared to the previous ginseng tea, the amount this time is obviously more, the taste...
Just as Gu Linchao was about to put down the bowl, Wen Rongjun said again: "My lord, drink quickly, and don't just drink the soup, eat the chicken legs too. You are so thin, you must eat more."
The corners of Gu Linchao's lips tightened, and he did not say the words of refusal again.
In the end, he still finished a bowl of ginseng soup.
Wen Rongjun took the bowl, and seeing that there was no soup left in the bowl, a smile immediately appeared on his face, "It turns out that the prince likes to drink ginseng soup so much, so I will stew it for you tomorrow. Well, my concubine will not disturb your work." Alright, let’s go back now.”
After speaking, she picked up the food box and left.
Gu Linchao: "..."
tomorrow…
He can no longer stay in the mansion tomorrow.