The Koi Wife of the Prime Minister

"Madam, the master is back?" Nanny Zhang walked forward and asked with a smile.

Song Yunfeng nodded: "Yes, I'm back. You will cook tonight. Shen Yan and I will help you."

Aunt Zhang nodded happily: "Yes, sir."

So the three of them got busy together preparing for dinner.

The eye contact between Shen Yan and Song Yunfeng was full of warmth and tacit understanding. They divided the work and cooperated tacitly.

Shen Yan was going to make a dish of scallion-flavored pork lungs. They worked together tacitly and prepared all the necessary ingredients.

First, Shen Yan took out the cleaned pig lungs, gently removed the impurities with a knife, and then cut them into thin slices. Aunt Zhang was busy washing the fresh green onions and cutting them into thin strips, which exuded bursts of fragrance.

Shen Yan took out the seasonings, including soy sauce, cooking wine, ginger slices and a little sugar, and prepared to marinate the pig lungs to make them more tender. She carefully mixed the seasonings, took a bite, smiled slightly, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Madam Zhang, help me heat up the pan, and let's start frying the pig lungs."

As Shen Yan spoke, she put the seasoned pig lung slices into the pot, and then there was a sizzling sound and the aroma filled the air.

Aunt Zhang took a spatula and gently turned the pig lungs in the pot so that they were heated evenly and maintained a fresh and tender taste.

Her movements were skillful and her eyes were focused, as if she was playing a beautiful culinary piece of music.

"Ma'am, what do you think of the heat?"

Aunt Zhang asked cautiously, fearing that the pig lungs would be burnt and taste bad.

Shen Yan smelled the aroma coming out of the pot and smiled slightly: "The heat is almost ready, add the chopped green onions and stir-fry evenly."

Following Shen Yan's instructions, Aunt Zhang poured the chopped green onions into the pot. Suddenly, a burst of green onion fragrance came to her nose, making her mouth water. She kept turning the ingredients in the pot to ensure that every piece of pig lung was covered with the green onion fragrance.

In just a few minutes, a dish of fragrant scallion-flavored pork lungs is ready.

Shen Yan and Nanny Zhang served it on a plate together. It had an attractive color and a fragrant aroma.

"Madam, this dish looks really delicious." Madam Zhang praised with a smile.

Shen Yan also nodded happily: "Yes, Aunt Zhang, have you learned it?"

"Well, I can do it myself tomorrow." Nanny Zhang nodded. She couldn't let the lady cook for her in the future.

The two looked at the scallion-flavored pork lungs on the table with satisfaction. They were attracted by the aroma and couldn't help but want to taste it.

At the same time, Song Yunfeng, who had been doing odd jobs nearby, prepared the dishes and chopsticks. Although he appeared calm on the surface, he was also surprised that his wife's cooking skills were getting better and better.

"Madam, please eat more. You seem to be losing weight lately."

During the meal, Song Yunfeng sat opposite Shen Yan, picking up food for her from time to time. He always felt that his originally plump wife seemed to have lost a lot of weight since getting married because of the housework.

"No, I'm trying to lose weight." Shen Yan declined.

Seeing Shen Yan shirking her responsibility, Song Yunfeng felt a little uneasy. He sighed softly, put down his chopsticks, and looked at Shen Yan tenderly: "Madam, I feel bad for you being like this now. You know, what I care about most is your health."

Shen Yan suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. She didn't expect that Song Yunfeng really cared about her.

She said softly, "Husband, I know you are worried about me, but I am really not hungry, and I don't want to eat too much."

Song Yunfeng gently held Shen Yan's hand, his eyes full of tenderness: "Madam, I know you have paid a lot for the family, but you have to take care of yourself. If you get sick from exhaustion, I don't have to go to the county government office."

Shen Yan looked at Song Yunfeng with emotion. She knew that her husband really cared about her, so she nodded: "Okay, I will pay attention."

Song Yunfeng smiled slightly. He knew that Shen Yan had agreed, so he felt relieved.

He picked up the chopsticks, gently picked up a piece of scallion-flavored pig lung, and put it into Shen Yan's bowl: "Come, Madam, try this dish you made."

Shen Yan took the bowl, looked at Song Yunfeng gratefully, and then began to taste it in small sips.

She found that the dish was indeed well cooked, fresh and tasty, with a strong aroma of green onions, which whetted her appetite.

"Madam, the dishes you cook not only look beautiful, but also taste delicious." Nanny Zhang exclaimed.

Shen Yan smiled and nodded: "Thank you for the compliment, Aunt Zhang, I am also a talented person."

After dinner, Nanny Zhang came forward to clear the dishes and chopsticks, "Madam, let me do it, you go and rest."

Shen Yan was slightly stunned, then she remembered that the picture of two dragons playing with a pearl had not been finished yet, so she had to hurry, so she hurried under the lamp and started embroidering.

Song Yunfeng was supposed to go to the study, but after seeing Shen Yan busy in the bedroom, he sat next to Shen Yan and read a book, and the two of them just leaned against each other.

"Madam's back is very comfortable. I would like to lean on it."

As he spoke, Song Yunfeng leaned his head against Song Yunfeng's back again, "So soft."

Shen Yan felt the warmth from Song Yunfeng, and a warm feeling surged in her heart.

She carefully embroidered the picture of two dragons playing with a pearl. Although it was embroidery for Shopkeeper Li, every stitch and every thread seemed to be telling the story of the emotions between her and Song Yunfeng.

Shen Yan really cherishes this peaceful and beautiful time.

Song Yunfeng sat quietly aside, looking at Shen Yan's focused figure, his heart filled with tenderness.

He stroked Shen Yan's hair gently, enjoying this peaceful and warm moment, "It's great. I've been busy all day. You don't know that there was a murder case today, which gave me a headache."

"Then I'll ask Aunt Zhang to make a bowl of hot tea?" Shen Yan put down the work in her hands and stroked Song Yunfeng's forehead, "It's not hot."

"It's okay. Madam seems to be in trouble. Just let me lean on her for a while." Song Yunfeng took her hand away. "Just do your thing. Don't worry about me. I'll lean on her for a while. Hmm."

Shen Yan nodded, and then gradually became intoxicated in the world of embroidery. Her technique was skillful and adept, and each stitch seemed so calm and confident. Although she had only learned it for a short time, she had already mastered it.

Her heart was filled with beautiful visions of the future. She hoped to spend more time with Song Yunfeng, make a lot of money, and make life better for her family.

Song Yunfeng quietly stayed by Shen Yan's side, protecting her silently.

He knew that Shen Yan was really special, and he was willing to spend the rest of his life giving her happiness and asking her to come soon. She deserved to be happy.

Under the candlelight, Shen Yan and Song Yunfeng leaned against each other quietly. Without knowing when, Song Yunfeng fell asleep.

The light snoring made Shen Yan feel safe. She called softly, "Husband?"

"Hmm?" Unexpectedly, Song Yunfeng slept very lightly and woke up at the slightest movement. He opened his sleepy eyes and looked at Shen Yan in confusion, "What's wrong, Madam?"

"You fell asleep on the rattan chair, go to bed." Shen Yan said to him.

"Oh." Song Yunfeng automatically moved to the small window to sleep.