After the milk ball arrived, the father who had no heirs had a string of good luck.

As soon as Chef Wang saw the little dumpling arrive, he immediately instructed his staff to bring out the warm food and set it out. He greeted her with a big smile: "Little Princess, you're back! I specially made chicken soup for you today, and also braised a lot of chicken legs."

"Thank you, Uncle Wang, I love your braised chicken legs the most!" Tang Rui was always very polite.

But Uncle Wang was still not used to it, waving his hands repeatedly: "No, no, I'm just a servant. Preparing food for the princess is my duty. How can the princess call me uncle!"

The young princess's uncles are all princes, members of the imperial family. What would happen if those nobles heard about this?

"Then I can't exactly call you Old Wang, can I?" That sounds a bit like an insult!

"Old Wang is very kind. I am very happy that the princess calls me Old Wang!" Old Wang invited Tang Rui into the dining room.

There was a table inside that had long been Tang Rui's personal table, and he would wipe it several times a day.

Considering Tang Rui's short stature, Lao Wang specially commissioned someone to make a taller chair for her convenience.

Tang Rui huffed and puffed as she climbed onto her special chair, and as soon as she sat down, she started showing off.

I must say, Old Wang is a very good cook. The chicken soup is fresh and delicious, and the chicken meat is shredded into strips and stewed until very tender.

Braised chicken drumsticks are Tang Rui's favorite, and Lao Wang's braising sauce tastes great.

Tang Rui couldn't resist showing off eight chicken legs and four large bowls of chicken soup in one go.

Seeing that there was only half left in the pot, Tang Rui stopped what she was doing and took out a handkerchief to wipe her greasy mouth.

Old Wang chuckled, "Princess, there's still plenty left. Would you like some more?"

"I'm already full, thank you for the treat!" Tang Rui slid down the bar stool and left.

"Respectfully seeing off the princess!" Old Wang bowed and scraped as he watched her gradually disappear into the distance.

One of the cooks leaned over: "Old Wang, the princess's appetite has decreased drastically lately! Does she not like our cooking anymore?"

"You really are stupid!" Old Wang gave him a flick on the forehead, knowing exactly what was going on: "It's not that the princess doesn't like our cooking; she clearly knows that we always take the leftovers back to our wives and children, so she deliberately leaves so much. Do you understand?"

The young cook, clutching his forehead in surprise, exclaimed, "The princess is so kind?"

"Nonsense!" Old Uncle Wang's eyes were full of laughter as he thought of Tang Rui. "Our young mistress of the Li Prince's Mansion is practically a reincarnation of a celestial child from under the tutelage of a deity. If she's not good enough, who is?"

Ancient times were not like modern times. The leftovers of the powerful and wealthy in ancient times were delicacies that ordinary people could not even afford to eat during the New Year.

Just like Tang Rui's chicken soup, it's made with all sorts of precious and mild medicinal herbs, and even a small bowl costs several taels of silver.

Once, Tang Rui returned after leaving, wanting to tell him not to throw away the rest, but to reheat them tomorrow.

But then she saw him carefully packing the leftover stew she had eaten into a box.

Tang Rui didn't blame him at the time; instead, she gave him a thumbs up and said that he was doing a good job by not wasting food.

He was so moved... he didn't know what to say.

From that time on, Tang Rui became a kind-hearted little fairy in his eyes.

Actually, he was overthinking it. Tang Rui was just trying not to waste food and had a little bit of kindness within her means.

She wasn't a purely ancient person; she simply put herself in the shoes of ordinary people and thought about things from their perspective.

She is willing to be kind as long as it is within her capabilities!

...

After eating and drinking her fill, Tang Rui patted her belly as she walked back, pondering the matter of the shop.

Making money is essential. Other stores are fine, but for a beauty store, she needs to show off her skills by making whitening products.

After all, women's money has always been the easiest to earn throughout history.

As Tang Rui walked, she passed by Situ Che's study and glanced inside, then immediately stopped.

There she saw her adoptive father standing under the osmanthus tree, his hands behind his back, looking up at the azure sky.

His posture was upright, like a pine tree.

His broad and powerful shoulders seemed capable of shielding him from all storms!

A gentle breeze rustled and fell the osmanthus blossoms, which dotted his hair like tiny specks, becoming embellishments among his long, dark hair.

His face was exceptionally handsome, with a faint smile playing on his lips; from a distance, he resembled a beautiful man standing under a tree.

Tang Rui's eyes instantly turned into heart shapes.

It's not her fault; every time she sees her father, she's amazed by his appearance.

When it comes to looks, my cheap dad is truly unbeatable!

Tang Rui felt that perhaps only Gu Nanyu, when he grew up, could rival her father.

Just as she was admiring the view, Situ Che looked up at her, his smile deepening: "You're back?"

"Mmm-hmm!" Tang Rui toddled over and circled him, "Daddy, you can stand up now?"

"I have to thank your senior sister." Situ Che never thought that he would be able to stand up again in this lifetime.

However, after sitting in a wheelchair for so many years, he can only stand now; walking is still quite difficult for him.

"Wow, Daddy, you're so tall!" Tang Rui gestured to show her own height, then suddenly started to worry: "Unlike me, I'm so short. Will I not grow tall?"

Situ Che is at least 1.8 meters tall.

She only reaches his calves now…

However, on the other hand, I remember that my stepmother wasn't very tall, only about 1.6 meters.

Will she grow up to be as tall as her mother?

Seeing her looking downcast, Situ Che chuckled softly and picked her up, saying, "You're a woman, you don't need to be too tall, just the right height is fine."

"But I still want to grow a little bit taller!" 1.7 meters would be great.

In her previous life, she was very short, only 1.57 meters tall. She always wore high heels when she went out, and even her slippers at home had platform shoes.

In this day and age, there are no high heels to make up for her height difference!

Situ Che was, after all, a pure ancient man, and his thoughts differed from Tang Rui's: "Women who are so tall will have a hard time getting married."

Women in the Great Xia Dynasty were considered beautiful if they were slender and petite.

His brothers, his father, and the officials of the court all liked this kind of woman.

If it were a tall and strong woman from the Northern Barbarians, she would definitely have a hard time getting married in the Great Xia.

He certainly doesn't want his daughter to grow up to be a "muscle Barbie"!

Upon hearing this, Tang Rui retorted, "Father, how could I possibly change my own aesthetic sense just to suit a man's taste?"

Situ Che frowned slightly: "What if your future husband doesn't like you?"

Tang Rui rolled her eyes gracefully, her tone sarcastic: "Oh my, you scared me to death! You don't like me? That's serious! Will I die?"

Situ Che: "..." No, that won't happen!

Tang Rui felt it necessary to work hard to build her own harem in the future, so she put on a serious face and began to brainwash Situ Che in a solemn manner: "Father, I am a princess. If my husband doesn't like me, can't I just find another husband? Why do I have to hang myself on one tree? Or are you saying that if my future husband doesn't like me and bullies me, you won't stand up for me?"

"He wouldn't dare!" Situ Che's face darkened. Just thinking about the scene Tang Rui described made a surge of inexplicable anger rise within him: "He dares to bully my daughter? Does he think I'm dead?"