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"I heard that in previous years, the small kitchen sent a variety of dishes, but this year they changed it up and made some hot pot so that we can eat something hot."

"After eating hot pot, you will inevitably feel hot. Prepare some tea and fruit wine to clear heat and relieve greasiness. Don't make it too cold."

"Yes."

It has been a long time since I last had hotpot, and Chunshi was very happy to hear this.

When Fu Jin was at Ulanala's mansion, she would often prepare some fresh food.

These servants could also taste it while serving their masters, and after a long time they had already mastered the trick.

After helping Xiyu finish washing up, she skillfully instructed the small kitchen to prepare some fresh vegetables and thinly sliced ​​beef and mutton. Counting the number, there were a total of thirty-six dishes.

In this way, it is not considered shabby.

"Miss Chunshi, what you said is not difficult to prepare, but can it be eaten raw? Will the master know how to do it?"

The kitchen manager asked with some hesitation and uncertainty.

"Madam, don't worry about these. Just do as Madam Fujin tells you. Madam Fujin will take care of everything."

Chunshi patiently explained it again.

The kitchen was the place in the harem most vulnerable to tampering, so every time she came she was smiling and treated everyone very kindly.

In the palace, it is better to make friends than enemies.

"You can also make more and cook it in the pot according to the method I gave you. I guarantee that you will want to eat it again after this meal."

"Since Miss Chunshi said so, then I am relieved. Everyone will do as Fu Jin said."

Chun Shi nodded with a gentle smile on his face, "I still have to go to Taoranju, so I won't disturb you from doing your business."

"Hey, girl."

The housekeeper called her back, took a few steps forward and lowered her voice and said, "Sheng He Ju, do you want me to send this hot pot food over there?"

Chun Shi thought about it for a while, but couldn't come to a conclusion.

"After I asked Mrs. Fujin about this matter, I sent someone to tell you."

Xiyu stood at the window, carefully taking care of the precious flowers she brought back from the greenhouse.

After hearing Haruhiko's report, he paused watering the plants and spoke softly.

"It's the New Year's Eve. Whatever I gave at the banquet, I should give the same thing there. I can't be partial to one and let people say I treated her harshly."

"Who did Fu Jin treat harshly?"

Yinzhen went to Nanxun Palace early in the morning. It was not yet the holiday there, so he went to bring Xiao Shisan back.

"I'm not being harsh on anyone. Harutoki and I were just joking."

Xiyu put down the kettle in his hand and squatted slightly as a greeting.

"Fourth sister-in-law is well."

A handsome and thin little boy appeared behind Yinzhen.

He clenched his fists and bowed to Xiyu in a proper manner.

"My fourth brother said he wanted to teach me arithmetic and Chinese studies, so I came to bother you."

The fair and tender little face was tense, looking like a little adult.

Looking closely, the child's hands and fair face were the same color, both were frozen red, and there were even several chilblains on his hands, which made people feel a deep pain in their hearts.

"You must be Xiao Shisan, right? Since you are here, why don't you stay at Dongsan House to celebrate the festival today?"

Xiyu had a gentle and loving smile on her face. She raised her hand and touched the Thirteenth Prince's bald forehead. Her palms were cold, and it seemed that he had just walked through this.

The Thirteenth Prince was very nervous before he came, fearing that his Fourth Brother's new sister-in-law would not like him.

He had already made preparations to return to his brother's residence. When he suddenly heard his fourth sister-in-law say this, his eyes lit up and a look of joy appeared on his face.

He nodded vigorously and said in a clear voice, "Thank you, Fourth Sister-in-law!"

It’s hard not to like such a sensible child. Xiyu pulled Xiao Shisan’s hand and rubbed it gently, trying to warm his hand.

"The servants around you are really awful. They didn't even give you a hat and gloves. How can they take good care of you if they are so careless?"

It's so cold, how can you not feel cold with your bald head exposed?

Xiyu murmured softly, but the servants around the prince were all given by the emperor and could not be easily replaced by others.

They can punish him, but if that servant secretly trips him up afterwards, that would be bad.

After the Chinese New Year, the Thirteenth Prince was only seven years old, but his mother passed away due to illness at the beginning of this year.

A prince of his age was able to remember things, and no concubine in the palace was willing to support him, so he simply lived in Qianxi Wusuo.

Today is the Little New Year, and all the princes have been taken back by their mothers, leaving only the Thirteenth Prince in the residence.

I guess Yinzhen felt the same way, so he went to take him in and wanted to take better care of him.

However, he was often away from the palace, so it was inevitable that he would be negligent.

"Why don't you say it's cold?"

There was a hint of coldness in Yinzhen's voice.

With his brows tightly furrowed, he pulled Xiao Shisan over and held his palm to examine it carefully.

The servants in the palace are used to flattering the powerful and looking down on the weak, and they are all snobs.

If Xiyu hadn't reminded him, he wouldn't have noticed these things.

It's outrageous that a prince had frostbite on his hands. How could it be as simple as carelessness?

"Don't ask, fourth brother. I'm not cold."

The Thirteenth Prince looked embarrassed. He wanted to pull his hand out but couldn't. He was so anxious that his voice sounded like tears.

It seems that someone has been making things difficult for him behind his back.

"Master, Xiao Shisan is still young, you can't ask like that."

Xiyu interrupted the two of them softly, took the Thirteenth Prince in her arms, lowered her head with a gentle look, and her tone was full of negotiation.

"The chilblains on your hands must be painful and itchy. Can Sister-in-law apply some medicine to you?"

Seeing him nod obediently, Xiyu took out the medicine from the box, carefully applied it to the frostbitten area of ​​the little guy, and then rubbed the ointment with her fingertips.

The sunlight came in through the window, illuminating her delicate face and focused expression.

Fourth sister-in-law is so gentle, just like my mother.

The Thirteenth Prince stared at her intently, with an indescribable feeling welling up in his heart.

When she was a child, her mother also cared for her in this way, but since her mother passed away, no one has taken care of her in such a meticulous way.

There were two figures, one big and one small, sitting on the chair. The young lady lowered her head slightly and moved close to Little Thirteen's hand, carefully blowing dry the ointment on it.

Yinzhen, who was standing aside, watched all this quietly. His eyes were attracted by Xiyu and he couldn't look away.

If they had a child, Concubine Xiao would probably be a very good mother.

Yinzhen couldn't help but imagine the future in his mind. There were scenes of Xiyu holding the child with a doting smile in her eyes, and there were also scenes of her playing with the child, and humming a lullaby softly at night...

He smiled, his lips curled up, and a soft light appeared in his eyes.

"No need to be high."

Yinzhen left the room, shouted loudly, then waved to him and whispered something.

"Make sure you do it in secret."

"Yes."