After the lazy emperor

Surrounded by the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, faint but refreshing, sitting on the edge of the stone platform, Nalan Qinghong stared at the three dishes and one soup in surprise, and couldn't help but look up at Zhulan who was with her, "Ma'am Do you usually cook too?"

Compared to Nalan Qinghong, Zhulan and Zhumei were not inferior in astonishment. The master in the palace did not touch the spring water with his fingers, not to mention cooking, and even the ability to make tea was served by a palace maid. Offering pets such as cooking soup is just watching from the sidelines. Everything is done by the palace maids. She shook her head, "The servants have never seen the empress do it."

Nalan Qinghong's jaw, he has never seen it before, could it be that he learned it in the mountains with his master?When she was puzzled by meditation, Feng Ning came over with a plate of dishes in person, and Zhumei who was beside her had a look of panic, "Your Majesty, let the slaves come."

Put the last portion of stir-fried vegetables on the table, and handed the tray to Zhumei, "Then please clean up the kitchen."

I heard from Zhulan that the empress is in a good mood today, but I didn't expect it to be so good, and what I didn't expect was that, after being demoted from a concubine to a noble person, she still cooks meals as if nothing had happened, except for the occasional frown when cooking, the rest of the time It seems that there is no such thing as downgrading. No wonder His Majesty is special to her. Who wouldn't like to care about a woman who doesn't care about the world?He bowed slightly and stepped back.

"Feng'er, did you really do all of this?" Even though the facts were in front of his eyes, Nalan Qinghong was still skeptical.

Feng Ningluo sat beside him, and said with a smile, "Don't you believe me? Do you still doubt your daughter's craftsmanship?"

This is true, Nalan Qinghong moved his chopsticks, chewed the steamed fish in his mouth, and after a while, he smiled, "I never imagined that one day I would be able to eat the food cooked by Feng'er himself, and the taste is not bad at all." The cook who is not suppressed in the house, if your mother is alive in heaven, she will definitely be jealous of being a father, hahaha——"

Uh——, I didn't expect my father to say that, seeing the moving light in his eyes, although Feng Ning smiled at the corners of her lips, she tasted the bitterness of her previous life again in her heart.In the previous life, her father died, and her grandma regarded her as a bastard. She talked with her from the beginning to the end without any scruples, which hurt her heart severely. Her mother gradually ignored her, and made her existence become nothingness. When I got up, I thought about easing the tense atmosphere. There was a chef at home, and I went to learn a good dish, but when I found out that the dishes on the table were made by myself, grandma threw down the chopsticks and went upstairs, while mother It was used symbolically, and then the servants withdrew.

I still remember that night, I sat alone in the garden all night, but no one came to find me, maybe they didn't even know that I went out, and laughed at myself for unnecessary actions, maybe in that home, I was redundant, what They all settled down with the cold heart, fainted on the bench in the garden, woke up surrounded by white walls, until the moment when the electrocardiogram turned into a straight line, they faced death alone, without fear, When he vaguely saw the doctor who rescued him, his movements seemed to be in a calm manner.

I thought I was dead, and it would be best to disappear, but I didn’t expect to wake up again. The voice I heard first was joyful. After I opened my eyes, what I saw was my father’s smiling face full of surprises, carrying the memories of the previous life. Reincarnation, having a pair of parents who love her, is this God's compensation for her?