Watching Yun Tian leave, Yun Qingyan packed up the bowls of porridge and turned around to see the cold and dark handsome face of Di Jiuque.
The handsome and young face seemed to be covered by a dark cloud, filled with anger and a kind of silent and unbearable grievance.
Because his appearance is so prosperous, the young man looks particularly good-looking even when he is angry.
Yun Qingyan's heart softened, and she suddenly remembered that she seemed to have promised him that morning to make food for him with her own hands.
"Don't be angry. Should I go to the kitchen to cook something for you now?" She didn't eat anyway, so she just happened to cook her own portion.
As smart as Yun Qingyan, how could he not see that Yuntian was deliberately angry with Emperor Jiuque
Yun Qingyan's words made Di Jiuque's expression soften slightly, but he still snorted arrogantly, "I won't eat it if it's not done well."
You obviously want to eat, but you still put on this air! Yun Qingyan despised Di Jiuque in her heart.
However, as a young man, he puts on airs, and his dignified, aloof, and duplicitous look is not annoying at all, and is surprisingly interesting.
However, Yun Qingyan was used to quarreling with Di Jiuque, and she would not let him off easily. She snorted softly and said, "Then don't eat it."
After that, he walked straight to the kitchen alone.
Di Jiuque's face was arrogant, but his body was more honest than anything else. He quickly followed up!
By the time Yun Qingyan arrived in the kitchen, it was already past dinner time, and the originally bustling kitchen was deserted, with only a few people staying inside chatting about household matters.
As soon as Yun Qingyan came in, an aunt with a round figure and a very strong but peaceful face stood up.
"The eldest lady is here? Are you hungry?" They knew that Yun Qingyan did not come to the kitchen at noon and did not bring food.
The woman patted her chest and said, "Miss, if you want to eat anything, just tell me Axiang.
There’s nothing in Kyoto’s delicacies that my wife, Axiang, can’t make! "
In the past two days, Yun Qingyan came to cook porridge herself, but she shocked the whole group of them, thinking that the eldest lady no longer liked the food they cooked.
But after hearing that it was a medicinal meal prepared for Master Guanghan, I felt relieved.
They are cooks, and although they also know some nourishing combinations, they are really not good at these targeted medicinal diets that require the use of spiritual fruits and elixirs.
Such expensive medicinal materials can only be handled properly by the eldest lady.
"No, thank you, Sister-in-law Axiang." Yun Qingyan smiled lightly at Auntie Axiang, full of youth, as if she was really just a simple girl of fifteen or sixteen years old, innocent and full of youthful vitality, "I am here today. Want to do it myself.”
"Okay then." Axiang's wife, who was in high spirits just now, backed away a little disappointed. Alas, the eldest lady hasn't eaten much of the food they cooked these days, so sad.
When Yun Qingyan started preparing ingredients and washing vegetables, everyone in the kitchen was gearing up to help.
They don't know how to handle spiritual grass and spiritual fruits. As senior chefs, can't they handle these simple vegetables and fruits
However, they were politely rejected by Yun Qingyan again.
Yun Qingyan glanced sideways and landed on Di Jiuque, who was looking at the excitement in a leisurely manner. "Yun Jiu, come here and help me."
What about peerless power and profound cultivation? In short, you can't separate the grains from the limbs without working hard, right? She will cure his 'young master's disease' today.
"Are you talking about me?" Di Jiuque, who was looking at Yun Qingyan leisurely, had confusion on his handsome face.
(End of chapter)