Chapter 10 — The Sixth Prince's Female Chef

At that time, the Sixth Prince and I were strangers, of course we didn't feel hurt, we only admired the jealousy of talented people. But now it's different. The young man in front of him knew how to blush, cough, and smile, speaking of "the breath of smoke and fire from the world", not just the talented and ill-fated Sixth Prince. He is the one who gave me a way to live when I was at a dead end. 16I suddenly knelt down. The Sixth Prince's hand holding the bowl trembled, almost spilling the porridge. "Why are you kneeling again?" His voice carried a bit of helplessness. "Last time I said..." "Your Highness." I interrupted him, my voice was even firmer than I thought. "Starting from tomorrow, you must listen to me." "What?" "Go to bed early and get up early, when the Dragon wakes up, when the Dog goes to bed. Every day you must eat at the right time, in the right amount, no Even if you're too hungry, you can't eat too much. The medicine must be taken on time. You can't not drink it because it's bitter." I raised my head to look at him. "Also, don't read the opera until midnight." The Sixth Prince's expression was extremely unique. He opened his mouth, closed it again, then opened it again, finally choking out one sentence: "How do you know that I read the opera in the middle of the night?" "The manuscript was hidden under your highness's pillow, revealing a corner." I said. He unconsciously reached out to touch the pillow, then realized that he had been tricked. His expression immediately became more special. The little eunuch standing next to him bowed his head, his shoulders were shaking, clearly holding back his laughter. "Miss Nguyen." The sixth prince put down the bowl, trying to show the majesty of a prince. "Have you forgotten who is the master?" "The servant does not dare to forget." On the other hand, I said I did not dare, but my voice did not soften at all. "But Mother Sun asked the servant to come and take care of your highness's food and daily life. Your Highness's body is the main one." is the responsibility of the slave." "If your highness does not take good care of your illness, the slave can only come before the queen to plead guilty." "Do you dare to press charges?" "Your highness can try." The sixth prince glared at me. I also look at you. A sick prince and a female chef who had nothing to lose struggled like that for a long time. In the end, it was still him who gave in first. "Okay." He sighed, as if he had accepted his command. "Listen to you." "There's more." I took advantage of the victory and rushed forward. "I request that the chair in the study be changed to one with soft cushions, with an extra layer of cushion on the bed. In addition, from now on, when you go out, your Highness must definitely wear a cloak, not like today, running out wearing only a thin layer of clothing." The corner of the Luc Prince's lips twitched slightly: "Are you in charge of me?" "Slave The servant is taking care of your highness's body." "..." He sighed again, his voice carrying a bit of resignation: "Did I owe you anything in my previous life?" I thought to myself, clearly I owed you something. But I don't say it. I just stood up, put the bowl that had finished drinking the porridge into the food box, and calmly said: "If your highness listens and your body quickly gets better, the servant will of course not take care of you anymore." The sixth prince leaned on the bed, looking at my back tidying up the bowl and chopsticks, suddenly said something in a low voice. I couldn't hear clearly, so I turned my head and asked, "What did your Highness say?" "Nothing." He turned away, his ears turning red again. "I said the porridge you cooked was really delicious." Looking at his red ears, I suddenly remembered my previous life in the Marquis Palace. Tham Vu never blushed because of anything I did. When facing me, he always maintains a cold and distant appearance. Even when in the same room, the name he called was also his sister's name. I tightened the handle of the food box, pushing those messy thoughts out of my head. The past is over. Right now I am the female chef of the prince's palace, not the wife of the Marquis. What we have to do is help the sick teenager in front of us live a few more years. As for other things, day

The month is still long. 17When I stepped out of the temple, it was completely dark. The night wind carried the scent of cinnamon flowers blowing into my face. I couldn't help but take a deep breath. Tieu Dao is waiting for me in front of the heavenly garden. Seeing me return, she quickly stepped up to receive the food box. "Miss, how is your highness's illness?" "Not very well." I said: "But I will get better." Tieu Dao blinked, as if not understanding where my confidence came from. I don't explain. Entering the small kitchen, we weighed and divided the medicinal ingredients we needed for tomorrow, then cooked a pot of sugar pears. The pear juice in the pot boiled, the sweet aroma spread throughout the kitchen. I sat in front of the stove, watching the dancing flames, suddenly feeling warm inside. This feeling is extremely strange. In my previous life, I lived in the Marquis Palace for many years. The place I live in is a monastery with carved beams, gorgeously painted walls, and I wear silk and brocade, but my heart has never felt warm. Right now, I live in a heavenly monastery, wear rough clothes, and revolve around the stove every day. But my heart is at peace, like someone is holding me in the palm of my hand. I suddenly remembered what the Sixth Prince had said. He said the porridge we cooked was delicious. That is the best compliment I have ever heard in this life.— End of story —