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"Hehe~" Seeing Hu Chanyuan's troubled expression, Li Zhaoning couldn't help but chuckle, with a hint of playfulness.
She put down the bowl of porridge, turned to leave, and said, "I still have official business to attend to, so the kitchen is yours. Mu'er's martial arts practice should be finished soon."
Remember to cook him a bowl of plain white porridge that he can eat.
Having said that, she even deliberately swayed her slender waist slightly, leaving Hu Chanyuan with a graceful and elegant posture.
With a poignant and unsettling silhouette, he gracefully departed.
Hu Chanyuan gritted her teeth in anger, clenching her fists. "I'm not your cook!" she thought. Besides, her tone and posture just now... clearly implied something.
It's as if she really did something unspeakable with Mu'er!
She really wanted to chase after Li Zhaoning and argue with him, but he had already gracefully disappeared into the distance, so she could only swallow her anger. Her chest heaved with embarrassment.
Its breath rose and fell slightly.
Meanwhile, in the training ground in the backyard of the Prince's mansion, Su Mu had just sheathed his Nine Yang Spear when he looked up and saw Li Zhaoning gracefully approaching. His eyes...
A wave of warmth washed over me, and I quickly stepped forward to greet her.
“Mu’er…” Li Zhaoning walked up to him, tilting her head slightly to look at him, her clear eyes filled with an irrepressible joy and a hint of newfound happiness.
The woman's anticipation, and a faint, girlish shyness.
This was the first time the two had met alone in broad daylight since their intimate and candid conversation the previous night.
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"Aunt Ning..." Seeing her so affectionate, Su Mu felt even warmer inside. Seeing that no one was around, she leaned down and whispered warmly in her ear, "
Zhaoning.
"Mmm!" This call made Li Zhaoning's heart flutter. She sweetly responded, a bright and radiant smile blooming on her face. That smile was so dazzling.
This surprised Su Mu slightly.
Having known each other for eleven years, this was the first time he had seen her laugh so carefree, like a young girl. He couldn't help but be infected by her joy, a gentle smile playing on his lips.
radian.
Recalling last night, Li Zhaoning was also happy, but as it was the first time she had received such care, she inevitably felt pain and discomfort, and her expression was always tinged with a complex emotion.
Thinking of this, Su Mu felt a pang of pity and gently pulled her into his arms, asking softly, "Does it still hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore..." Li Zhaoning buried her burning face in his shoulder, which was slightly damp with sweat from martial arts practice but felt reassuring, her voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.
Yet it exudes a deep sense of satisfaction.
“Mu’er was very gentle last night. After absorbing Mu’er’s yang energy yesterday, my cultivation has reached the Golden Core stage. I can withstand this.”
"That's good then." Su Mu patted her back gently. "You still have to handle government affairs later, shall I make you a bowl of porridge?"
“No need,” Li Zhaoning’s tone suddenly changed slightly, carrying a hint of resentment, “I’ve already asked Chanyuan to brew it.”
She paused, glanced up at Su Mu, and said in a half-joking tone, "Mu'er, isn't the porridge your Aunt Hu makes tastier than mine?"
"You're already jealous?" Su Mu chuckled inwardly, lowered his head to kiss her smooth forehead, and coaxed, "Of course, they each have their own charm. Be good."
Next time I'll teach you myself, and I'll make sure you can cook delicious porridge too.
"No manners..." Li Zhaoning playfully punched him lightly, then quickly adopted a "princely" demeanor, trying to appear more dignified.
But the smile in her eyes betrayed her true feelings: "Be a good girl at home and wait for me to come back."
Su Mu smiled and nodded, watching her leave. Before her, that figure, compared to before, clearly possessed a more graceful and feminine charm.
My steps became much lighter.
In front of outsiders, she was still the calm and decisive Prince Ning. But since last night, in his presence, this prince was no longer merely...
His "father," His Highness, is Zhao Ning, who would act coquettishly towards him, spoil him, feed him fruits, and let him ride on a big horse.
"Mu'er"
Just as he was pondering this, a soft call filled with deep grievance came from behind him, pulling him back to reality.
Su Mu turned around and saw Hu Chanyuan leaning against the door, her beautiful eyes gazing at him with a wistful look, her red lips slightly pouting, her face full of grievance. Su Mu couldn't help but smile.
you.
It seems that Zhao Ning wasn't very polite when she asked Aunt Hu for help.
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Chapter Forty: White Jade Bowl, Red Dates, and Milk Porridge
"Mu'er"
Hu Chanyuan gently tugged at Su Mu's sleeve, her voice tinged with a hint of grievance, her eyes, usually brimming with alluring charm, now...
It was covered with a layer of watery luster, like a child who had suffered a great injustice.
Seeing her like this, Su Mu softened her voice: "What's wrong, Aunt Hu?"
His warm palm covered her slightly cool fingers and gently held them.
"Zhao Ning, she...she..." Hu Chanyuan opened her mouth, but swallowed the words back, only humming twice.
How should she bring it up? Should she say that our dignified Prince Ning personally cooked porridge for her early this morning and then deliberately showed it off in front of her?
She couldn't bring herself to say it, and she was even less willing to admit that she had lost out in this silent contest with Li Zhaoning.
Thinking of Li Zhaoning's smug expression just now, Hu Chanyuan was furious. So what if he's a prince? She herself is one too.
Seeing her hesitant expression, Su Mu already guessed what was going on. He gently squeezed her hand and soothed her softly, "Aunt Hu, don't..."
"Take it to heart, Your Highness, she certainly didn't mean to upset you."
"She did it on purpose!" Hu Chanyuan screamed inwardly. Li Zhaoning practically wanted to snuggle into Su Mu's arms right in front of her and feed him spoonful by spoonful.
That bowl of half-cooked white porridge! Thinking of this, her eyes couldn't help but well up with tears again.
"Mu'er," she tugged at his sleeve, her voice softening, "would you like to help Aunt Hu make breakfast? You haven't given Aunt Hu any pointers in so long."
"My cooking skills are..."
"Okay." Su Mu smiled and naturally took her hand, leading her towards the kitchen.
In the kitchen, Hu Chanyuan, in a fit of pique, pushed the bowl of porridge Li Zhaoning had cooked to a corner and started rinsing rice again. Su Mu watched her puff out her cheeks...
His movements were slightly forceful, as if he were venting his anger, and a hint of a smile flashed in his eyes.
He quietly moved behind her, close to her soft, voluptuous body, and his hands naturally encircled her waist, gently covering her as she washed rice.
The hand.
“Aunt Hu,” he whispered in her ear, his warm breath brushing against her soft earlobe, “shall we start with the most basic thing: rinsing rice?”
Hu Chanyuan's body stiffened slightly, her cheeks instantly flushing crimson, and she responded softly:
"Ah."
She felt Su Mu's broad, warm hand completely envelop hers, guiding her to gently stir the rice grains in the clear water. His fingertips occasionally...
It brushed against her fingers, bringing a tingling sensation.
"The water level should be just one finger's width above the rice and flour," Su Mu whispered in her ear, his deep voice resonating with a magnetic quality. "Gently rub and wash."
Do not apply too much force, otherwise you will damage the nutrients in the rice grains.
With each word he spoke, his warm breath brushed against her ear, and Hu Chanyuan felt her legs go weak, almost collapsing into his strong embrace.
She struggled to stay upright, feeling the warmth and strong heartbeat emanating from his chest.
"Mu'er..." Her voice was slightly breathless, "After returning home yesterday, Aunt Hu slept very soundly, and her heartache seemed to have subsided considerably... It seems that yesterday..."
That treatment was indeed more effective than the previous one.
"Is that so?" Su Mu chuckled, tightening his arms slightly to pull her closer. "Then... shall we consolidate the treatment today?"
As he spoke, he freed one hand, reached to the side, and grasped a large, delicate, and warm white jade bowl.
The bowl was full and beautifully curved, so Su Mu could hardly control it with one hand. He could only wash it patiently and meticulously.
His fingertips gently circled the outermost edge of the bowl, slowly moving towards the center, the movements soft and rhythmic, as if polishing a precious artifact.
Expensive antique. As clear water flowed over it, the jade bowl became even more translucent, gleaming softly in the morning light.
“Mmm, Mu’er,” Hu Chanyuan’s breathing quickened, feeling a strange allure in his movements as he washed the jade bowl. “Don’t just focus on washing…”
Wash those bowls and those two red dates carefully too…
“Avoid my orders, Aunt Hu.” Su Mu readily complied, her fingertips turning to the two plump, round red dates.
The jujube skin is smooth, warm to the touch, and surprisingly elastic; it springs back with a gentle press, making it quite enjoyable to wash. His fingertips were delicate...
He gently stroked the jujube, as if he were playing with some rare treasure, unable to put it down.
"Hmm..." Hu Chanyuan couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
She forced herself to remain silent and said in a low voice, "Mu'er, don't take on all the work. Let... let Aunt Hu help you too." But her hands were already busy...
There was simply no time to stir the rice porridge in the pot.
Su Mu leaned down and whispered something in her ear. Hu Chanyuan's ears instantly turned bright red, and she gave him a playful glare, her eyes...
Her eyes shimmered with tears, and she finally replied shyly, "Okay, alright... Aunt Hu will do whatever you say."
She slightly adjusted her posture, using the natural cleavage formed by her two plump breasts to carefully hold a certain ingredient that needed to be washed.
The ingredient was long and thick, with a firm texture and a scorching heat. It clung tightly to her, leaving almost no gap.
As she moved, the food seemed to swell even more, which was quite magical.
"Mu'er..." Hu Chanyuan asked breathlessly, her voice tinged with impatience, "Is it clean enough after this washing?"
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She could clearly feel the heat and firmness of the ingredients; every slight movement made her heart race.
"Hmm," Su Mu unconsciously tightened her grip while washing the jade bowl and red dates, her voice slightly hoarse, "Very clean, Aunt Hu did an excellent job."
Okay. "A fine sheen of sweat appeared on his forehead; he was clearly trying his best to restrain himself."
"Hmm! That's good..." After washing for a long time, Hu Chanyuan felt all her strength was almost drained, and she was only supported by Su Mu behind her.
"Mu'er, Aunt Hu is so tired. I can't... I can't stand up anymore."
"Just a little longer, Aunt Hu, it'll be done soon!" Su Mu encouraged, quickening her movements as she washed the red dates and jade bowl, the water splashing loudly.
La.
The two of them scrubbed together, and with a hurried and suppressed urge, they finally cleaned it thoroughly, splashing water everywhere.
Hu Chanyuan was exhausted, her body limp. Washing rice and dishes was truly tiring! She leaned against Su Mu's chest, panting softly as she rested.
Safe
"Aunt Hu, let me clean up..." Su Mu was about to tidy up the mess when he was surprised to find that the bowl of fresh milk he had prepared had been taken by Hu Chan.
Yuan used another small bowl to catch some of it in advance.
Hu Chanyuan's cheeks were flushed, her eyes were filled with spring water, and she looked at him shyly yet boldly: "Mu'er... Aunt Hu didn't have time to properly savor yesterday's."
She brought the small bowl to her lips, her tongue gently licking away a drop of milky white liquid from the rim, her eyes alluring: "Today... I'll mix it into the porridge."
It must taste exceptionally sweet.
Su Mu looked at her alluring appearance, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.
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