Chapter 23 Do you miss your mother?

Lin Xi dreamed that Xie Chenyu deliberately let her know about the farmstead and told her to report it to the queen.

Could it be that the Queen has taken action?

"What happened?" Lin Ximeng asked.

Xie Chenyu put down his tea cup, took off his boots, and leaned on the soft couch with his eyes closed and a look of disdain on his lips.

"What could happen?"

"The Queen Mother secretly ordered people to take back the farm. This palace must cooperate well and clear out all those farmers who are an eyesore."

Royal estates, like aristocratic families, all need to find tenants to plant crops and earn profits by collecting rent every year.

Generally, tenants are fixed, and some tenants even have three generations of a family making a living on the same farm.

It is extremely inhumane to evict tenants without reason.

At best, that family will have no harvest for a year; at worst, they will be unable to make a living and will starve to death.

"Your Highness drives away those tenant farmers. How will they live in the future?"

Lin Ximeng subconsciously spoke, but regretted it after asking. Her own life was still a mess, so what qualifications did she have to sympathize with others?

As expected, Xie Chenyu was impatient.

"What does this have to do with this palace?"

Lin Ximeng raised her eyebrows, her eyes falling on Xie Chenyu's lean and frostbitten fingers.

"His Highness has lost a lot of weight and has frostbite on his body. I don't know why he has been away for so long. Could it be that he does everything personally?"

"Do I need to explain to you?" Xie Chenyu subconsciously hid his fingers.

"As far as I know, Zhuangzi always has tenant farmers. Your Highness only needs to explain it. You are acting like this, it is obvious that you are doing everything yourself." Lin Ximeng said playfully.

"You talk too much!" Xie Chenyu gritted his teeth secretly.

The room was warm, and the frostbite on his hands and feet itched violently. Xie Chenyu knocked Lin Ximeng on the head: "Why don't you go get some frostbite ointment for me?"

Lin Ximeng hurriedly agreed.

Before leaving, she didn't forget to turn around and wink and smile.

"Isn't it true that Your Highness only knows how to be romantic and unrestrained as the rumors say?"

"roll!"

Xie Chenyu threw a tea cup at him, but Lin Ximeng dodged as lightly as a deer.

The ointment will be brought soon.

Lin Ximeng first applied frostbite on his fingers.

Later, Xie Chenyu was squirming but still couldn't sit still, and his cold face turned black and red.

Lin Ximeng opened his collar and found that there was almost no good skin on his body.

There were bruises and frostbite everywhere, and there was pus in some places.

Lin Ximeng quickly ordered someone to boil hot water and prepare a medicine pack, letting Xie Chenyu soak for a whole hour to drive away the cold.

After he got out of the bath, he carefully applied frostbite ointment little by little.

The charming face of Qingguo was wrinkled into a paper ball, and he was thinking: Why are you so desperate for your life? Why are there still wounds from swords?

"Your Highness must have never suffered such grievances since he was a child. Unexpectedly, for those tenants..."

"Shut up, keep saying nonsense that I cut off your tongue," Xie Chenyu gritted his teeth.

Lin Ximeng didn't dare to speak immediately, she just sobbed and choked like a wronged little daughter-in-law.

After finally cleaning up, Xie Chenyu was obviously much more comfortable.

He leaned on the soft couch and fell asleep soon after.

Lin Ximeng didn't dare to disturb him. After dismissing the servants, he went to the dining room.

In her previous life, she was a member of the 996 community. In order to save money to buy a house, she hardly ate out. In order to eat nutritiously, she learned how to cook home-cooked dishes.

Although the cooking done by ancient cooks was delicious, it was a pity that it was not homely enough.

Take the sixteen chefs in the backyard of the Prince's Mansion as an example.

Four are in the south, four are in the north, there are also four in Shuzhong, and the remaining two are in the northwest and two in the southwest.

Sixteen chefs cover most of Dasheng Dynasty's dishes.

Each meal also has fixed standards, which host, which dishes, which snacks, and which soups.

The food is delicious, but too greasy.

Just like the hot pot, barbecue and spicy hotpot that modern people eat a lot, what they miss most is the bowl of soft, glutinous and fragrant rice porridge.

Lin Ximeng called two cooks to help.

I selected a fresh mountain bamboo shoot, a rooster that had been raised for half a year and was ready to be killed, and the pickled mountain pepper in the water tank.

One cook is kneading the dough, and the other is making chicken soup.

Smoke was rising from the kitchen in the backyard of the Prince's Mansion.

The egg-added dough was kneaded until it was moderately soft and firm but strong. Lin Ximeng took it and flipped it with her wrist, quickly turning it into a hand-rolled dough of moderate thickness.

The chicken soup was bubbling and the noodles were dancing in the boiling water.

The fresh bamboo shoots are shiny and green, and the sansho pepper exudes a sour and spicy aroma.

Xie Chenyu just woke up when a bowl of sour bamboo shoots and chicken noodle soup came out piping hot and perfect.

After washing, he picked up the soft and long noodles, and the ice cubes on his face seemed to have cracks.

"What's wrong? Isn't it delicious?"

Seeing that Xie Chenyu only took one bite and was stunned, Lin Ximeng asked curiously.

"No...no"

Xie Chenyu suddenly stumbled a little and hurriedly picked up the chopsticks and put them into his mouth.

A bowl of chicken noodle soup leaves not a drop of soup left in the blink of an eye.

Lin Ximeng was stunned: "It doesn't have to be like this, right? Eating too fast is bad for the spleen and stomach."

Xie Chenyu glared at her and ignored her.

That night, Xie Chenyu fell asleep holding Lin Ximeng.

In the dream, he went straight into the hair on Lin Ximeng's shoulder, twitching and whimpering as if in a nightmare, whimpering as if he was saying something.

Lin Ximeng was awakened, and after listening for a long time, she could vaguely distinguish the two words.

"Mother"

My heart felt uncomfortable for a moment.

She suddenly thought of her mother in the 21st century.

The mother who held her in the palm of her hand unfortunately did not live long. When she died of illness, Lin Ximeng was only eleven or twelve years old, and she had not even had her period yet.

"Do you miss your mother? I miss my mother too."

Lin Ximeng held Xie Chenyu in her arms.

That dandy man who was as arrogant as an iceberg was actually as well-behaved as a child.

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Early the next morning, Xie Chenyu got up after a full sleep. His face looked much better, and all his grayness was gone.

Lin Ximeng looked at it from top to bottom and nodded with satisfaction.

"Your Highness, what do you want to eat?"

"Did you make that dish last night?"

"That's natural." Lin Ximeng puffed up her chest.

Xie Chenyu glanced at him with disgust.

"You are also the eldest lady of the general's palace. How can you be good at cooking?"

Lin Ximeng was stunned for a moment, then she covered herself up and laughed hurriedly.

"Can't the eldest lady learn cooking skills? I can't learn music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and I'm not good at knitting. My mother said you must know something. In the future, you might as well have a skill when you go to your husband's house, so that you won't be...

"People look down on me"

"So you learned cooking?" Xie Chenyu raised the corners of his lips.

Lin Ximeng nodded. Before he could finish the meal, he heard Xie Chenyu say that he wanted another bowl.

"Eating noodles so early in the morning?" Lin Ximeng shook her head reluctantly.

"No? I like this."

"I usually don't eat noodles in the morning. What I usually eat at home are small wontons, longan buns, crystal shrimp dumplings, hot rice porridge, and golden egg pancakes. My mother specially asked people to buy them at the shop."

There are those from a previous life, and there are memories where the original owner ate them at the General’s Mansion.

Lin Ximeng just wanted to say that the original owner's mother was really good, as good as her mother in the 21st century.

These folk hot breakfast shops indeed understand the fireworks of the world better than chefs who are famous chefs.
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