The Marquis's line has ended? The pregnant maid is pregnant again!

"Yun'er has such culinary skills. They say beauties stay away from the kitchen, but Yun'er is willing to go in and out of the kitchen for me. With such a beauty, I certainly cannot let her down."

Lu Huai'an affectionately patted Shen Yun'er's buttocks and took the silver spoon that Shen Yun'er handed him:

"I'll have a taste, sir."

Shen Yun'er looked at Lu Huai'an with expectant eyes, staring at him confidently as he scooped up a little porridge with a silver spoon and put it in his mouth.

Her gaze never left him, as if she were afraid of missing even the slightest change in Lu Huai'an's expression.

Shen Yun'er had already decided what favor she would ask for after Lu Huai'an nodded in satisfaction, without having any doubt about what she had made.

Just kidding, she was reborn.

She has a cheat code; if she wanted to beat Shen Qinghe, wouldn't it be a piece of cake?

Unexpectedly, after taking a mouthful of porridge, Lu Huai'an's expression changed drastically, making it impossible to discern his emotions:

"Yun'er, did you really make this porridge yourself?"

Shen Yun'er thought Lu Huai'an was moved, so she quickly nodded, "Yes, it was cooked by me personally. It took me more than an hour to simmer it!"

So, how about it? Lu Huai'an should have realized her feelings by now, right?

Although this porridge is simple, it was made according to Lu Huai'an's taste and his needs at this time. She personally stayed in the kitchen for more than an hour to cook this bowl of porridge!

How could it not taste good??

Moreover, if Shen Qinghe can make such delicious food, then Shen Yun'er has always been more clever and intelligent than Shen Qinghe since she was a child. Her food is definitely not inferior to Shen Qinghe's.

Shen Yun'er was having a good time. She didn't want to go to Li Shi's place to pay her respects morning and evening anymore. She thought she could take this opportunity to ask Lu Huai'an for a favor.

The next moment, Lu Huai'an spat the food in his mouth into the bowl with a dark face. How could they dare to feed him such disgusting food?

Lu Huai'an truly understood her good intentions, and suppressed the anger in his voice: "Don't do it next time."

The expected praise and joy did not appear, and the words of asking for a reward were forced to stay in her throat. Only then did Shen Yun'er realize that Lu Huai'an's expression was strange.

Shen Yun'er's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly knelt down: "Young Master, is it because my cooking is not good?"

When she looked up, her eyes were filled with tears, as if she had been frightened by him.

With his beloved woman before him, and knowing she had only entered the kitchen for his sake, Lu Huai'an's heart softened somewhat. He reached out to help her up and comforted her:

"No, it's because I feel sorry for you. The kitchen isn't a place for you."

Lu Huai'an said this, but in his heart he wished Shen Yun'er would never cook again, it was just too awful!

It was so disgusting that even his last bit of good temper was completely ruined.

How could you possibly cook such a bland and fishy-smelling porridge?!

The rice was all hard.

Shen Yun'er tentatively said, "But... this servant wants to take good care of the young master's daily life, and doesn't want to rely on others for food."

Lu Huai'an immediately rejected the idea: "The kitchen staff will take care of the food. You don't need to worry about it. You just need to serve me well."

"But sir, I still need to go to Madam's room to copy things tomorrow..."

Shen Yun'er was speaking pitifully, hoping to gain his pity, when her lips were sealed by Lu Huai'an before she could finish her sentence.

"It's late. We'll talk about tomorrow's matters tomorrow."

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the other side.

When Shen Qinghe entered carrying the food box, Lu Jihan was holding official documents and reading them.

The round table, which was originally empty except for a teapot, is now piled high with writing brushes, ink, paper, and official documents.

Shen Qinghe couldn't help but click her tongue.

In her past life, Shen Qinghe relied entirely on her daily supervision, reminding Lu Huai'an ten times a day, which had exhausted her.

This time, Lu Jihan's diligence made Shen Qinghe a little unaccustomed to it.

As she was lost in thought, Lu Jihan noticed her presence, his pen still tracing its stroke: "What are you standing there for?"

Shen Qinghe hurried over, carrying a food box. Looking at the table piled high with things, she smirked, "This table..."

Lu Jihan looked up, wrapped his long arms around her, and quickly cleared everything to the side, his gaze falling on her.

She held the food box straight up with both hands, her shoulders slightly hunched in, making it look quite heavy. I wonder what was inside.

Lu Jihan was about to pick up the food box when he accidentally touched a warm, delicate piece of skin. Her soft hand instinctively shrank back, like a startled little rabbit.

She even dodged his hand?

Lu Jihan was puzzled, but easily picked up the food box and placed it on the table.

As soon as the food box was opened, a steaming bowl of sea bass and bird's nest soup noodles was placed in front of him, the aroma wafting straight into Lu Jihan's nose.

"Coo coo..."

His stomach growled uncontrollably, and Lu Jihan's face showed an awkward expression for a moment. Then, a woman's soft laughter came from in front of him.

Lu Jihan, embarrassed, immediately glared at her with a dark expression: "What are you laughing at?"

Shen Qinghe was not easily intimidated. She took out the remaining food from the food box:

"Sea bass and bird's nest soup noodles, and chilled honeydew melon. It's getting late, and the dishes are simple, so please make do with what you have, young marquis."

As she spoke, her voice was filled with uncontrollable laughter, clearly amused by Lu Jihan's earlier outburst.

Lu Jihan's face grew increasingly dark. He gritted his teeth and said, "Don't laugh."

"Yes, the young marquis is right."

Shen Qinghe pursed her lips, not looking at him, her cheeks uncontrollably curving upwards.

Lu Jihan's eyes were deep and dark, even his earlobes were red. When had he, a dignified third-rank general and the young master of the Zhenguo Marquis's mansion, ever been so humiliated in front of a little girl?

He should have lashed out and, as is his usual practice, fined her for several more months to deter her from being so audacious again.

But looking at the little girl in front of him, her eyes were smiling, her red lips were full and curved, and shallow dimples appeared on both sides of her cheeks.

They look incredibly lively.

Lu Jihan's words of punishment stuck in his throat; he couldn't say them no matter what.

"It was my fault for being a little slow, please forgive me, young marquis."

Shen Qinghe had had her fill of laughter, and at the right moment, she straightened her expression, as if the embarrassing scene that had just embarrassed Lu Jihan had never happened.

She's not stupid.

Stroking a tiger's whiskers is a fun activity, especially when the tiger is in a good mood.

If you keep teasing them, then you're committing an act of insubordination.

Knowing when to stop is very important.

She offered him a way out, and Lu Jihan covered his mouth and coughed lightly twice, taking the opportunity to back down and simply pretending that nothing had happened.

In the large celadon bowl with its white base, the thick white soup was adorned with emerald green scallions, a few drops of oil, and tiny dried river shrimp. These elements couldn't overshadow the golden noodles, and seven or eight tender pink meatballs lay on top, their shapes resembling rows of swallows in a painting.

Just looking at it makes my mouth water.

Lu Jihan picked up his chopsticks, took out a meat swallow, and found it to be smooth, tender, and delicious, completely filling his mouth.

After taking a bite, Lu Jihan became even hungrier. His eyes lit up. "I've eaten meat swallows before, but I've never seen them prepared like this. And the taste is much better than the meat swallows from the small kitchen before."