Portable Space: The Divine Doctor, Little Farmer's Girl

Chapter 423 Serving the Lonely King

Chapter 423 Serving the Lonely King

Having witnessed Yan Xiaosi making a kimchi jar with my own eyes, and hearing that Yan Xiaosi said how to pickle pork liver and other dishes, I feel that Yan Xiaosi must be a good girl who can be in the hall and even in the kitchen.

He stared at Yan Xiaosi expectantly.

"The lonely king has no appetite now, and he doesn't want to eat from the dining room, but the lonely king really wants to eat the food you cook, Xiao Si, can you cook for the lonely king?"

Seeing his frail appearance, and wagging his tail to beg for mercy, Yan Xiaosi couldn't bear to refuse even though he had a hard heart.

What's more, this man was hurt for himself, and it's reasonable to refuse him such a small request.

It's just that her cooking skills are really worrying.

"King Rong Di, are you sure you want to eat the food I cook?"

Chunyu Hanfeng lay on the bed, and blinked very seriously.

"Well, the lonely king is very sure."

Yan Xiaosi clapped his hands, ready to do a big job.

"Well, just wait, I'll go to the dining room to make you supper."

Chunyu Hanfeng watched her turn and walk out of his bedroom expectantly.

Yan Xiaosi walked out of the dormitory, returned to his room, treated the wounds on his body, and changed into clean clothes.

Nalan Xue was waiting for her.

Seeing that Nalan Xue had changed into clean clothes, she asked with concern: "Sister Nalan, have you healed all the wounds on your body?"

In the street market just now, Nalan Xue was injured much worse than her in order to protect her.

Nalan Xue felt her concern, and her heart was warm.

"Thank you, Miss Yan, for your concern. The witch doctor has already treated the slaves' wounds."

"Sister Nalan, didn't you agree? When it's just the two of us, you don't have to call yourself a slave."

If it weren't for Nalan Xue to protect her with all her might tonight, how could she have survived until now.

Seeing that Yan Xiaosi had changed her clothes and was about to go out, Nalan Xue followed nervously.

"Sister Yan, it's so late, where are you going?"

I'm afraid that Yan Xiaosi will encounter the assassination like tonight again when he goes out.

Yan Xiaosi shrugged and made a helpless expression.

"Go to the dining room to help King Rong Di make supper, sister Nalan, you are tired enough tonight, go to rest."

Nalan Xue was taken aback.

The king is very suspicious, and the food has always been in charge of special personnel.

It seems that the king really trusts sister Yan very much.

"I'm not tired, sister Yan, I'll go with you to the dining room to help you."

It's already this hour, Yan Xiaosi doesn't know if there are servants in the dining room, if there are no servants, she really can't cook the meal by herself.

"Sister Nalan, please work harder on you."

"Sister Yan, you don't have to be so polite with me."

The two came to the dining room, and sure enough, they saw that the dining room was dimly lit, only a middle-aged man who was in charge of the door was still not resting.

Seeing that the person was dressed in extraordinary clothes, the middle-aged man quickly regained his composure and cautiously greeted him.

The middle-aged man saw Yan Xiaosi during the day, saw Yan Xiaosi's face clearly, and immediately became nervous and vigilant.

"Miss Yan, it's so late, what are you doing in the dining room?"

Yan Xiaosi waved his hand to signal him not to be so nervous.

"Your Majesty wants supper, so he ordered me to make supper. You don't have to be so nervous, just help me open the door of the dining room."

"Yes Yes Yes."

The middle-aged man nodded repeatedly, and quickly took out the key to go to the dining room door.

The king's woman, these little people dare not offend them.

"Miss Yan, there are everything in the dining room, just take it."

Yan Xiaosi nodded: "Well, thank you, you can do your own work."

"Yes, Miss Yan, if you need any help from the little one, just ask the little one."

Yan Xiaosi waved his hand: "Not yet, you go and do your own thing."

After the middle-aged man left, Yan Xiaosi faced a pile of ingredients, feeling a little lost.

Frying steak takes a while to marinate, time-consuming, give up.

Roast leg of lamb, not good at it, give up.

In the end, she decisively gave up a bunch of meat ingredients.

Seeing her staring at a pile of ingredients in a daze for a long time, Nalan Xue couldn't help but said, "Sister Yan, do you know how to cook, or I'll help you."

"Thank you, Sister Nalan, for your kindness, no need."

She had a little understanding of what kind of person Chunyu Hanfeng was. If Chunyu Hanfeng found out that Nalanxue made the supper, not only would she be unlucky, but Nalanxue would also be implicated.

"I thought of what to do, sister Nalan, go and help me light the fire."

"Ok."

Nalan Xue went to wash the pot and start a fire.

Yan Xiaosi poured some flour in a wooden basin, then cracked two eggs into the flour, added water and stirred it into a flour paste.

Nalan Xue saw that she had mixed a pot of sticky flour paste, such sticky flour paste could not be made into steamed buns or steamed buns at all, so she asked curiously, "Sister Yan, what are you planning to eat?"

"Potato lump soup."

Yan Xiaosi answered while cutting the peeled potatoes into slices.

Two quarters of an hour later, a steaming pot of delicious potato pimple soup was ready.

Yan Xiaosi filled a bowl and handed it to Nalan Xue first: "Sister Nalan, try it."

When Nalan Xue went out with her to the Harvest Festival at night, she didn't eat anything at all. Later, in order to protect herself, she was injured and shed so much blood that she needed to be replenished.

Nalan Xue glanced at the bowl she handed over, but didn't dare to reach out to take it.

"Sister Yan, this is the supper you cooked for the king."

Yan Xiao Si Qiang stuffed it into her hand.

"Sister Nalan, you can just eat, there is still so much in the pot, and your majesty is not a pig, so you can't eat that much."

Only then did Nalan Xue hold the bowl.

"Sister Yan, pay attention to your wording, don't let anyone who cares overhear you."

Only those who really care about themselves will remind themselves like this, Yan Xiaosi narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly: "Understood, thank you sister Nalan for reminding me."

She filled a big bowl again, and said to Nalan Xue: "Sister Nalan, I'm going to deliver supper to the king first, there is still in the pot, you can eat it."

Chunyu Hanfeng waited in the bedroom until the flowers withered, but she came back with a bowl of hot food.

"It smells so good, what did you do?"

Yan Xiaosi raised his eyebrows, and offered a bowl of potato soup with some trepidation.

Although she is not good at cooking, the potato pimple soup is quite delicious.

"Potato lump soup, try it."

Chunyu Hanfeng sat on the bed, did not reach out to pick her up, but quietly stared at her.

Yan Xiaosi handed the warm potato pimple soup in front of him again.

"The lonely king is wounded."

"so what?"

"So you have to serve the lonely king for dinner."

Yan Xiaosi said angrily: "King Rongdi, what you hurt is your back, not your hands."

Chunyu Hanfeng replied with a straight face: "Move your hands, it hurts the wound, not to mention, the lonely king was injured to save you."

Yan Xiaosi felt so guilty again that he had nothing to say.

"Okay, I'll serve you dinner."

She reluctantly picked up a lump of dough and handed it to Chunyu Hanfeng's mouth: "Ah!"

(End of this chapter)