Quick Wear: The Crazy Lord God is again training the sweet host

Wei Rong went back and found a clean place to put the rice and flour down.

The small kitchen was so dirty that one couldn't even step in, but luckily it was all dirt and dust, so although it looked a little dirty, cleaning it was not as tiring as one might have imagined.

He first sprinkled water on the ground to prevent dust from flying, and then used a broom to sweep away all the dirt and dust.

After checking that the ground was almost clean, he fetched bucket after bucket of clean water and wiped the stove clean.

Although the prince went out at night and brought back food, with his skills, they would not starve even if he did not cook, but the performance had to be complete and the meal still had to be cooked carefully.

After wiping the stove, Wei Rong threw all the black dishes in the kitchen into the old pot he had just brought, and then took the pot to the well.

Before he reached the well, he saw from afar a maid drawing water from the well. She was dressed in a coarse cloth dress, with her sleeves rolled up, revealing her slender white wrists.

Wei Rong hesitated for a moment and slowed down, wanting to wait for her to fetch water before going to the well himself.

After the maid drew two buckets of water, she carried one bucket on each end of a shoulder pole and carried the water up with some difficulty.

When she saw Wei Rong when she left the well, she lowered her head slightly, gave a shy smile, and hurried away to fetch water.

Wei Rong nodded and smiled at her politely, then walked to the well, put down the pots and bowls, fetched water and washed them over and over again until they were completely clean.

After everything was cleaned up, Wei Rong went to the kitchen to cook porridge with water. It was already noon.

After bringing the rice and flour back in the morning, he checked them and threw some to the sparrows in the open space outside. After seeing that they had eaten them without any problems, he tied up the cloth bag again and put it back in the room where they lived.

After the porridge was cooked, Wei Rong first served a bowl and placed it on the stove, and then served another bowl for himself.

He stood at the kitchen door, letting the cold wind blow on the porridge in the bowl, and drank the whole bowl of porridge in a short while.

After Wen Luo was poisoned several times, the Regent's Palace had developed a habit that his subordinates would try anything he put into his mouth first, just in case.

Wei Rong finished a bowl of porridge and made sure it was okay before handing the other bowl to Wen Luo.

The once noble and honorable Regent had to hide in his room because he had to play the role of a poisoned patient.

There was only a simple table and a bench in the room, and the rest was a tattered bed.

Wen Luo sat on the bench. Wei Rong handed him the porridge. He took it without any disgust and quickly finished the bowl of porridge.

Wei Rong was almost heartbroken when he saw this.

After I get out, I must compensate the prince well and make up for all the losses here.

In order to make Wen Luoguo feel more comfortable, Wei Rong started to clean up after dinner.

Wen Luo wanted to help but was unable to do so. He was forced to sit on the bench and act the role of a patient.

In the evening, Wei Rong was thinking of making a bowl of dumpling soup for Wen Luo. Just as he was about to go out, he heard light footsteps coming closer and closer outside the door.

When Wei Rong turned around, the Regent had already laid down on the bed dutifully.

Wei Rong felt like laughing for some reason; his prince seemed to be able to find joy in misery.

Thinking of this way, this simple and dusty place didn't seem so unbearable.

Wei Rong was already very familiar with the sad expression on his face, and it came easily.

When there was a knock on the door, he went to open it and saw the maid who had been at the well in the morning standing outside.

The maid was standing at the door timidly, holding a large quilt and a small ceramic jar in her hands.

Wei Rong held the door and looked at her with a worried look on his face: "Who are you?"

"When you knocked on the door this morning, I was a little scared and didn't dare to come out to see. Later I found out that Madam had withheld your things. I'm sorry."

"She is the one who is sorry for us. It has nothing to do with you. You don't need to apologize."

"She has been through too many hard times and is used to having everything in her room. She feels she can sleep well only when she has a lot of things.

She is old, so don't bother with her. I quietly took out the quilt and returned it to you."

Her voice sounded thin and she looked very timid and cowardly. She didn't even dare to look Wei Rong in the eye when she spoke.

When he raised his hand to hand the quilt to Wei Rong, his eyes slightly raised, then quickly dropped again.

Wei Rong took the quilt with gratitude.

"I'm just worried about how I'm going to sleep tonight. Our prince is ill and he had to endure a hard night last night. He must not catch a cold tonight."

"My name is Su He. If you need anything next time, you can tell me quietly. Every ten days or half a month, the outside world will send in the things you need. Although the palace is poor, you won't starve."

"Thank you Miss Suhe."

Na Suhe handed the jar in her hand to him again.

"Here are some pickled radishes that I made myself. The food here is relatively light, and I'm afraid you may not be used to it and have trouble swallowing it. You can eat some of this with your porridge, it goes well with rice."

"Miss Su He, you are really a timely relief. You sent us exactly what we need most."

Su He looked towards the bed in the room with some concern.

"You just said that the prince is inside?"

"My prince is the regent of Dahan."

Su He looked incredulous: "The Regent?"

"Yes."

"The Regent is so wise and powerful, how could he..."

She stopped talking halfway through, the shock in her eyes quickly disappeared like a burst of fireworks, and her face looked full of pain.

"......Yes, if it was someone else, why would they be imprisoned here? Only the most noble people are sent here."

To others, she said these words with obvious pity in her heart, thinking of the deposed crown prince whom she served in the front hall, who was also so noble in his day.

At this time, Wen Luo walked out of the house with his clothes draped over him. His face was pale, and even his always straight back became a little hunched.

Wei Rong quickly turned around, put down the quilt and pottery jar in his hands, and turned to support him.

Wen Luo covered his lips and coughed a few times weakly.

Su He saw him and hurriedly knelt on the ground.

"My slave, please pay your respects to the prince."

Wen Luo smiled self-deprecatingly and raised his hand towards her.

"Get up, there is no prince here, thank you for your care."

"Your Highness, you don't have to be polite to Su He. If you need anything, Su He will do her best as long as she can help."

Wen Luo looked at her and asked, "Are you the maid who stayed in Xiyuan to serve Xiao Xian?"

Su He nodded slightly.

"How is he...now?"

"It's still the same. When things are good, he sits in the temple and stares blankly. When things are bad, he runs around and yells."

"Besides you and that old maid, are there any other people serving in Xiyuan?"

"No, there are only me and Mammy."

Wen Luo sighed softly, "Thank you for your hard work..."

"You little slut, you started flirting with men as soon as they came into the palace, right?"

Suddenly the old lady's sarcastic voice came.