"Sir, it smells so good!"
Luo Qingzhou first served Xiaodie a bowl. Xiaodie immediately took the spoon, blew on it, and began to eat it impatiently, squinting her eyes in happiness.
Luo Qingzhou took the lunch box and was packing it when he suddenly felt the light behind him dim.
Turning around, I saw that the door was blocked.
Miss Qin Er and Nangong Meijiao were standing at the door, looking inside with puzzled expressions.
Qiu'er and Zhu'er stood behind them, swallowing their saliva.
"Brother Qingzhou, what smells so good?"
Miss Qin Er entered the kitchen.
Luo Qingzhou closed the lunch box and said, "Xia Chan hasn't eaten well these past few days, so I made some porridge for her."
Miss Qin Er and Nangong Meijiao both walked to the stove and looked into the pot.
"Second Miss and Princess, would you like to eat? There are still some left. Let Xiaodie serve them to you. I'm going to take food to Xia Chan."
After Luo Qingzhou finished speaking, he hurried away with his lunch box.
When passing by Qiu'er and Zhu'er, Zhu'er swallowed her saliva and said, "Sir, is there anyone here?"
Luo Qingzhou glanced at the two of them and said, "There should be one. Go in and take a look yourself."
When Zhu'er heard this, she rushed into the kitchen impatiently.
Xiaodie had already stood up and went to get a bowl and spoon, and served a bowl to each Miss Qin Er and Nangong Meijiao.
There's a little left in the pot.
Zhu Er quickly said, "Xiao Die, mine, my uncle said I have a share too!"
Xiaodie had no choice but to get another bowl, scoop up the last bit and hand it to her.
Zhu'er immediately took it with a smile on her face and thanked him repeatedly.
Qiu'er also came in, sniffed, and looked into the empty pot.
"It's so hot..."
Zhu Er took a bite and her eyes widened immediately: "Miss, it's so delicious! Is this really made by my son-in-law?"
Qin Weimo was blowing on it and didn't dare to eat it.
Nangong Meijiao frowned, took a bite carefully, and her eyes suddenly brightened. She looked down at the porridge mixed with various colors in the bowl, with a look of surprise and suspicion on her face.
"Sister Qiu'er, let's eat together."
Xiaodie decided to share the bowl of porridge with Qiuer.
The kitchen was suddenly filled with the sound of everyone puffing.
The fragrance and heat immediately spread throughout the kitchen.
Lingchan Moon Palace.
Luo Qingzhou entered the room carrying the porridge.
Xia Chan was lying on the bed, with her eyes closed, thinking about random things.
Luo Qingzhou opened the lunch box, took out a bowl and a spoon, filled a bowl, walked to the bed and said, "Chanchan, get up and eat."
Xia Chan opened her eyes and looked at him blankly. Suddenly she moved her nose and looked at the bowl in his hand.
"Preserved egg, lean meat and green vegetable porridge. It's very delicious. My son-in-law made it for you personally."
Luo Qingzhou reached out and helped her up, then scooped a spoonful, blew on it, and handed it to her mouth, saying, "Try it."
Xia Chan glanced at him, then opened her little mouth and took a small bite carefully.
The porridge is sticky and glutinous and melts in your mouth. A sweet taste immediately fills your entire mouth.
Xia Chan was stunned for a moment, swallowed it, and looked back at his bowl.
Luo Qingzhou quickly scooped a second spoonful, blew it for a while, and then handed it to her mouth.
This time, Xia Chan drank all the porridge in the spoon in one gulp.
Luo Qingzhou scooped the third spoonful, blew on it, and said, "Chanchan, how is the uncle's cooking? Is it delicious?"
Xia Chan glanced at him, swallowed the porridge in her mouth, and whispered, "Yeah."
"If it tastes good, eat more. There's more."
Seeing that she liked it, Luo Qingzhou secretly breathed a sigh of relief and continued feeding her.
Soon, half a bowl of porridge was finished.
While Luo Qingzhou was feeding, Xia Chan suddenly looked towards the door.
Luo Qingzhou turned his head and looked.
The door was empty, there was nothing.
"Bai Ling shouldn't be back so soon. There's no need to wait for her. She's not a patient and doesn't deserve to eat the porridge cooked by my uncle."
Luo Qingzhou complained and continued to feed her.
Xia Chan stopped eating and whispered, "Here, give Miss, a bowl."
Luo Qingzhou was slightly startled when he heard this, and asked, "Will the young lady eat it? She shouldn't eat the porridge I made, right?"
Xia Chan frowned, and her tone seemed to be pleading: "Go."
Luo Qingzhou glanced at her, and without hesitation, he immediately handed the bowl to her, stood up and said, "Okay, I'll serve a bowl over."
He went to get a bowl and a spoon, poured the last portion into the bowl, then left the room and took it to the back garden.
In the pavilion in the back garden.
Miss Qin, dressed in a snow-white dress, was sitting there, reading a book quietly.
Luo Qingzhou hesitated for a moment, then walked over with the porridge in his hand, entered the pavilion, and said, "Miss, I just made some porridge, would you like to have a few bites?"
Qin Jianjia raised her head, glanced at him, then looked at the porridge in his hand, without saying anything.
Luo Qingzhou waited for a while, and when he was about to say goodbye, she said calmly, "Put it down."
Luo Qingzhou quickly placed the porridge on the stone table in front of her, then said goodbye and left.
The tempting fragrance soon spread throughout the pavilion.
Qin Jianjia stared at the porridge in the bowl for a while, lowered her head and continued reading.
In the front hall.
The sun has set and night has fallen.
The maids lit oil lamps and candles and blew lanterns in the corridor.
Song Ruyue, Qin Wenzhen, and Qin Chuan waited and waited, but the food was almost cold and no one came.
Song Ruyue immediately said angrily: "Mei'er, didn't you say that the second young lady went to call them? Where are they?"
Mei'er lowered her head and said with a bitter face: "I...I don't know either."
Qin Wenzheng frowned and said, "Go and take a look."
Just as Mei'er was about to leave, Song Ruyue immediately said angrily, "I'll go by myself!"
After saying that, he stormed out the door.
She spent half a day cooking the dishes herself, enduring the greasy smell, but no one came to eat them. How abominable!
She brought several maids and soon arrived at Meixiang Garden.
The gate is closed.
It was empty inside, no one was there.
She quickly brought her people to the Exiled Immortal Residence.
"Um?"
As soon as I walked to the door of the Exiled Immortal Residence, I suddenly smelled an enticing fragrance.
Meanwhile, the lights were on inside.
She was stunned for a moment, then immediately walked in angrily. Seeing the light on in the kitchen and someone talking, she immediately hurried into the kitchen.
"What are you doing here? The food is getting cold, you..."
She suddenly stopped talking and looked at the bowl in her daughter's hand and the bowl in everyone's hand in the kitchen.
When she broke in, Nangong Meijiao said, "Go call that guy back and make another pot. I'm not full yet."
"What... did you eat?"
She was stunned for a moment, then walked over, only to find that everyone's bowls were empty and the pot was empty too.
But there was an enticing aroma floating throughout the kitchen.
Miss Qin Er still had some food left in her bowl. She hadn't finished it yet. When she saw her mother rushing in with an angry look on her face, she immediately realized what was happening and quickly apologized weakly, "Mother, I'm sorry, I forgot you were still waiting in front..."
"What's in your bowl?"
Although Song Ruyue was angry, she was aroused by the fragrance floating in the air and the unsatisfied expressions on the faces of several people.
Miss Qin Er said, "Porridge, the porridge cooked by my brother-in-law is very fragrant. Would you like to try it, mother?"
After saying that, he quickly ate another spoonful.
Song Ruyue was stunned when she heard this: "Luo Qingzhou cooked it? He can cook porridge?"
Then his face darkened: "Who asked him to cook? His hands are for reading and writing, and for taking the imperial examination. Who allowed him to cook and do such lowly things?"
There was silence in the kitchen, and no one dared to speak.
Song Ruyue took the bowl angrily, looked down, picked up the spoon and scooped a spoonful, sneering: "He is just a lazy scholar who doesn't know the difference between grains. I don't believe the porridge he cooks can be delicious!"
After saying that, he took a bite.
Lingchan Moon Palace.
Luo Qingzhou fed Xia Chan the porridge and saw that she looked unsatisfied and wanted to eat more. He said softly, "Don't eat too much at one time. I'll make more for you tomorrow. I'll make some more for you after Bailing comes back with the medicine. Go to bed early tonight and you should be fine tomorrow."
Xia Chan lowered her head and said "Oh".
Luo Qingzhou went over to put down the bowl and spoon, walked to the bed and sat down, holding her little hand. Just as he was about to talk to her for a while, Mei'er and Zhu'er suddenly shouted outside: "Uncle! Uncle! Come out quickly!"
Luo Qingzhou's face changed when he heard this, and he quickly stood up and said, "Chanchan, you have a good rest, I'll go out and see what's going on."
He immediately took his lunch box and left the house.
Mei'er and Zhu'er stood at the gate of the courtyard. They didn't dare to come in without permission, but just shouted anxiously outside.
Luo Qingzhou immediately walked down the corridor and asked hurriedly, "What happened? Did the second young lady faint again?"
Mei'er said quickly, "No, it's Madam! Son-in-law, Madam asked you to go back and make porridge for the princess. The princess hasn't eaten enough yet."
Zhu Er also said, "Sir, I am not full either. No one is full either."
Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then he slowed down his pace and asked in confusion: "Isn't there any cooking in the kitchen tonight? Didn't I see Madam cooking?"
Neither of them said anything more, and hurriedly urged, "Son-in-law, hurry up, the Madam and the Princess are still waiting."
Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to carry the lunch box and follow them back to the Exiled Immortal Residence.
Not long.
Smoke was coming out of the kitchen chimney again.
Front lobby.
Qin Wenzhen and Qin Chuan sat in front of a table full of food, smelling the aroma of the food, feeling the food getting colder from hot, their stomachs growling with hunger.
Qin Chuan couldn't help but complained: "Why haven't you come yet? Dad, how about we eat first? I still have to go back to practice martial arts."
Qin Wenzheng immediately glared at him and scolded him, "You have no manners! Your mother cooked for me tonight to thank Meijiao. Meijiao is not here, why don't you try?"
Qin Chuan shrank his neck and said weakly: "The child was just talking, and he didn't move."
A while later.
Qin Chuan couldn't help it and said, "Dad, wait a minute, I'll go to the back and take a look."
After saying that, he left quickly.
Qin Wenzhen was so hungry that he had to drink tea continuously.
As a result, after waiting for a long time, not only did the other people not come, even Qin Chuan disappeared.
"Rebellious son!"
He shouted angrily, stood up, and went to the backyard in a menacing manner.
While Luo Qingzhou was cooking porridge, Song Ruyue brought a group of people to Lingchan Moon Palace to visit the sick Xia Chan.
In the back garden.
The porcelain bowl on the stone table was empty.
Bai Ling came back with the medicine and saw everyone gathered in Lingchan Moon Palace. He was stunned for a moment and then hurried to boil the medicine.
After everyone watched Xia Chan finish taking the medicine, Fang suddenly remembered that the porridge should be ready.
So, everyone surrounded Song Ruyue and rushed to the Exiled Immortal Residence.
When they arrived at the Exiled Immortal Residence and walked quickly into the kitchen, they were surprised to see Qin Wen Zheng squatting on the ground next to the stove with sweat all over his forehead, wolfing down the porridge with a "slurp" sound.
Most of the porridge in the pot has been gone.