I became a stepmother and got rich with my cute baby.

He kept showing off his cooking skills in front of her, could it be...

Song Wanqing's eyes flashed, and she took out a bottle of spiritual spring water from the space, placed it next to Yan Chu, and said: "Thank you for learning how to cook for my husband. You have worked so hard to protect him. I will give you this bottle of spiritual spring water as a reward."

Yan Chu was stunned. He glanced at the spiritual spring water and swallowed.

He recognized this thing, which was said to be able to cure all diseases and only the saintly doctor had it, but he refused to even look at it.

Immediately, Yan Chu frowned.

He was almost bribed by this woman just now!

He looked straight ahead and refused firmly: "Thank you Miss Song, but it is my job to cook for His Highness."

Song Wanqing: “…”

Yan Chu continued to cook hard.

"General Yan!"

Suddenly, a soldier came hurriedly.

Song Wanqing and Yan Chu looked at him at the same time, only to see the soldier's face full of surprise, saying, "Your Highness is awake!"

"Really?" Yan Chu smiled, dropped the half-finished meal and ran to his prince's room.

Song Wanqing laughed, then slowly walked out of the kitchen with the warm porridge.

As soon as she entered the room, she saw an interesting scene.

Cheng Qian'an seemed a little disappointed. He stared at the ceiling with a dull look in his eyes. No matter how much Yan Chu talked to him, he didn't even look at him.

It was not until her voice was heard that Cheng Qian'an responded.

"Madam..." He frowned and looked at Song Wanqing pitifully.

The voice was hoarse, obviously from long sleep.

He didn't even say a word when facing Yan Chu just now?

I saw him leaning against the head of the bed, his face was obviously much thinner, his eyes were dull and his lips were pale.

Like a wounded fox, Song Wanqing slowly smiled. She sat in front of him, holding the hot porridge, and coaxed him tenderly, "Qian, it's time to eat now. This is the porridge I made for you. Open your mouth and I'll feed you."

However, Cheng Qian still did not respond.

He stared straight at Song Wanqing, his eyes as deep as the abyss, making him unpredictable.

His lips moved as if he was about to speak, but in the end he said nothing. He suddenly hugged Song Wanqing and buried his head deeply in her neck. His breathing gradually became heavy and rapid.

Song Wanqing was caught off guard and almost spilled the hot porridge in her hand.

She stabilized herself in time, patted Cheng Qian'an on the back with some surprise, and said, "What's wrong with Qian'an? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Cheng Qian said nothing, his body arched into an arc, and the embrace became tighter and tighter.

Yan Chu turned his eyes away, but muttered a lot in his heart.

He had been concerned about His Highness for so long just now, but he didn't say a word to him and kept pretending to be stupid. Could it be that he did it just to hug that woman?

Good at pretending!

Cheng Qian'an raised his head and looked at Song Wanqing aggrievedly, his eyelashes trembling slightly, as if he would cry in the next second. I felt pity for him.

Song Wanqing felt guilty. She frowned and glanced at Cheng Qi'an's face. The scars were numerous and small, and each one was like a knife cutting into her heart, causing her great pain.

She reached out and rubbed Cheng Qian'an's head, comforting him: "Qian'an, don't be afraid. I will protect you here. Don't be afraid."

"My wife..." Cheng Qian'an snuggled into Song Wanqing's arms again, the tip of his pen lingering with her unique fragrance, elegant and refreshing.

He said coquettishly, "My wife, call me husband."

The last syllable trembled slightly, and Song Wanqing couldn't help but bend her eyebrows and said obediently: "Okay, okay, Qi'an is my husband, and my wife's little husband."

Hearing this, a smile flashed across Cheng Qian'an's drooped face, but he immediately returned to his dazed look and began to stutter about what he had encountered in the suburbs, with an expression of shock and fear on his face.

Song Wanqing's brows became more serious and solemn. From Cheng Qian'an's description, she had already sensed a strong murderous intent.

She calmed down the slightly impatient Cheng Qi'an and asked softly, "Husband, do you still remember the characteristics of those people?"

When she arrived at the scene, the body was already stained with blood, with wounds all over its body in a mess. It was completely unrecognizable and there was no clue at all.

The two little ones were quite frightened, and she didn't want them to recall this horrific experience again.

Now, we can only place our hopes on Cheng Qian'an.

Cheng Qian tilted his head and thought for a while, then shook his head with a frown, "Madam... I forgot, but I remember that they called me, the Sixth Prince?"

Six princes?

Song Wanqing's brows frowned, her eyes darkened, and an idea popped up in her mind.

Could it be that someone from that organization did it?

She comforted Cheng Qian'an for a while until he finally let go of his fear and was willing to let Yan Chu take care of him, then she returned to the room.

The first thing to do is to take out pen and ink and start writing a letter.

"Cheng Qi'an was assassinated. Should we continue the undercover operation?"

She wrote down a line of words solemnly. She planned to test it out. If it was really them who did it, they would definitely make her stop. Besides, all the people who came to assassinate her this time were wiped out.

Song Wanqing called a carrier pigeon and then sent the letter.

As it was getting dark, Song Wanqing went to check on Cheng Qian'an and the two little ones again. Only after making sure that they were all fine did he dare to go to bed to rest.

There is still a lot to do tomorrow, so I need to have a good rest first.

The next day.

She got up early and went to the street to the restaurant she had purchased. Now that the restaurant was about to open, there were many things that needed to be prepared.

As soon as she stepped through the door, a hired waiter came up to greet her enthusiastically, "Boss Song, you're here?"

Song Wanqing's eyebrows were gentle, she raised a smile and nodded: "Yes, have you done everything I told you to do some time ago?"

As she spoke, her eyes swept across the neat and clean hall, where a fine dining table had already been set.

The waiter led Song Wanqing upstairs. The private rooms were also arranged according to her requirements. Each room was made of fine wood, which greatly enhanced the sound insulation effect. The decoration was also low-key and luxurious, full of connotation.

Song Wanqing nodded in satisfaction and asked, "How is the search for a chef going?"

Hearing this, the waiter smiled awkwardly and said, "Boss Song, chefs...are hard to find. The good ones have already left Xuancheng, and the remaining ones are not very tasty."

"Oh~" Song Wanqing raised his eyebrows, nodded, and left the restaurant.

The skills of the chef are the most important factor in whether a restaurant can survive, so when she assigned tasks to the waiters, she specifically asked for a well-known chef, even if the monthly salary was higher.

She narrowed her eyes and looked at Xuancheng, which was in a state of disrepair. Now she could clearly feel that the city was gradually becoming prosperous and the people were living and working in peace and contentment. It shouldn't be difficult to find a chef with better skills, right?

Thinking of this, Song Wanqing raised his legs and walked onto the street.

Along the way, she noticed that several new restaurants had opened nearby and were already open for business, and business seemed to be pretty good.

When passing by Lai Fu Restaurant, Song Wanqing noticed that there was a group of people gathered at the gate, and the noisy noise spread from inside to the end of the street.

"Don't go too far!"