Capítulo 1090: Chapter 657: A Full and Satisfied Little Qian’er (4000 Words)
“Huh, what’s this sll, it’s so fragrant!”
Little Qian’er instinctively twitched her nose, instantly waking up from her cravings.
She sat up clutching her bedding, craned her neck to look around the empty room, the door was half-closed, and the aroma was wafting in from the courtyard outside.
Little Qian’er first ruled out one correct option, her face full of suspicion and surprise: “Did our kitchen’s pot start cooking on its own?!”
At this mont, Zhao Rong walked briskly into the room holding a bowl of rock sugar bird’s nest and a plate of special breakfast, not spilling a drop from the dishes in his hands.
He had just heard Qian’er’s muttering at the door and couldn’t help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
“You’re daydreaming.”
Zhao Rong placed the breakfast on the Eight Immortals table not far from Qian’er’s bed, rolled down his sleeves, walked to the bed, and gently knocked on the forehead of the lazy girl staring expectantly at him.
“Get up quickly to eat, the sun is already shining on your butt. Get up and eat with , I have to go back to the Academy later, there’s a test this morning, I can’t stay with you.”
Little Qian’er was taken aback, her eyes flitting between the freshly made steaming breakfast and the face of her lover, which she knew all too well.
“Rong’er, this breakfast… did you buy it or did the inn’s cook make it?”
Zhao Rong washed his hands and face, speaking without turning around, “Is there a possibility, and I an a possibility.”
“That I made this?” he said seriously.
Qian’er imdiately blurted out, “How could it sll this good! Don’t I know how well you cook? You can’t even make a bowl of noodles. The one ti after we shared a room, maybe feeling guilty, you actually made a pot of red date porridge the next morning to coax and my lady. Humph, that was the only ti.”
Soone’s character, the little girl ‘knows it by heart.’
Zhao Rong chuckled internally but sighed aloud, “Ah, it seems you still don’t know well enough. Never mind, get up and try it, let your stomach reacquaint with your husband.”
Little Qian’er: ……
She tilted her head watching her busy washing and grooming lover for a while, then couldn’t help but ask, “Rong’er, am I dreaming? I think I dread last night that you amazingly cleaned the house, it scared almost sleepless.”
“Oh, did you eventually fall asleep?”
She replied with a slightly coy nasal hum, “Although it was hard, I did fall asleep. But now seeing breakfast, I’m too scared to sleep again.” Her tone was earnest.
“You still want to sleep? Sleeping in so confidently, get up quickly! Don’t force to spank your butt.”
The previously serious little Qian’er broke into a smile, “Hehe, co on then, who’s afraid of who!”
“……”
Is there no order left? Has she been spanked too much, immune now? Or is spanking not even considered a punishnt for this cheeky girl anymore?
The image of her face buried with flushed ears and the increasingly peculiar sounds during recent spanking sessions flashed through Zhao Rong’s mind.
At this mont, Zhao Rong pretended not to hear the girl’s provocation, not letting her win.
After washing up, he changed into a fresh Confucian robe and sat at the table to start eating.
Morning exercises and making breakfast had kept Zhao Rong busy all morning, and now he was finally taking a breather.
Looking at the sumptuous breakfast on the table, he smiled while rolling up his sleeves.
Interestingly, Zhao Rong originally planned to bring back breakfast for Qian’er from the morning market after his exercise outside, but because he got up too early, being among the earliest custors, many breakfast shops were still cooking.
The vendors were bustling, and Zhao Rong wasn’t in a hurry to urge them, just stood by watching. Eventually, he turned around silently and headed back ho.
Before returning to the courtyard, Zhao Rong stopped to buy so fresh bird’s nest and seasonings.
As for other ingredients required for the delightful things he envisioned earlier, he rembered having them while cleaning the kitchen at dawn, so no need to buy more.
“Those vendors’ breakfasts seem rather simple, with only stead buns and sesa porridge, so weak. I can’t believe I’ve been eating that for months, almost insulting my identity as a distinguished citizen of a foodie empire in my past life. Can you stand it… I better do it myself; those tasty things aren’t even that hard to make, I recall.”
Zhao Rong murmured while heading ho.
The awakened brainpower, operating at high speed, was being used in an area that so Sword Spirit might consider dereliction of duty.
And those breakfast shop owners didn’t know that the polite Confucian scholar they saw earlier posed a potential unemploynt risk to them.
Thus Zhao Rong returned to the courtyard with the thought ‘I’m capable if I try.’
Utilizing terrifying mory skills, akin to browsing docunts with ease, and the action power of a late-stage Martial Artist from the Fu Yao Realm, he actually whipped up a proper breakfast feast…
Little Qian’er was unaware of Zhao Rong’s transformation; she just felt like she was dreaming, that soone had made her a tantalizing breakfast, and now the worst part was that this ‘beautiful dream’ was veering towards ‘nightmare’ territory…
“Stinky Rong’er, wait… put down my bun! Sob sob~”
Seeing Zhao Rong picking up chopsticks to grab breakfast at the table, little Qian’er trapped in her blankets panicked, reaching out and shouting.
Zhao Rong glanced at the ‘little bun’ he picked up and corrected, “This is called xiaolongbao.”
Qian’er nodded and righteously corrected herself, “Then put down my xiaolongbao!”
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