Male superiority and female superiority: forced love

At three quarters past the hour of Yin, the gray sky began to glow with a faint blue light, like a thin piece of white paper that was about to be painted with new colors.

Ruan Chuyin got up with Jiang Wenzhou to prepare breakfast for him.

In the kitchen, a group of cooks were shocked to see that the Crown Princess wanted to cook herself. They didn't know what to do and hurriedly called the Crown Prince's steward.

"Crown Princess, what are you doing? Just tell me what you want to eat!" Seeing her roll up her sleeves, Chen Youling hurried forward to stop her.

The Crown Princess got up earlier than the two female officials today, leaving him at a loss for words.

"Uncle Chen, I will prepare breakfast for His Highness today. Just leave this to me." Ruan Chuyin replied with a smile, and in the blink of an eye she had tied on her skirt.

Chen Youling knew that the Crown Princess was the owner of Mingyue Restaurant. She opened her mouth, then smiled and asked the chef to leave.

New ingredients have been placed in the kitchen: chicken, duck, fish, meat, and all kinds of expensive supplements.

Knowing that Jiang Wenzhou was in a hurry to go to court, Ruan Chuyin picked a few potatoes, peeled them, cut them into pieces, steamed them, and mashed them into a paste. She then added a little milk, lard, salt, sugar, starch, and eggs, kneaded them well, and then piled them into hollow "hills" on a roasting pan and put them into the kiln to bake.

During this time, I cut half a scallion, added minced meat, chopped chutney, and appropriate seasonings, stir-fried them, and evenly poured them into the half-baked hollowed-out mountain. Finally, I put a chicken on top and put it back into the kiln to bake until it was fully cooked.

There was still half-simmered nectar soup on the stove. Ruan Chuyin scooped out three tablespoons of it, added a little mushroom and greens, and made two bowls of the stomach-warming and spleen-warming noodle soup.

When the steaming hot breakfast was placed before Jiang Wenzhou, he felt an indescribable sense of contentment. After enjoying two heart-warming meals in a row, the slight hint of worry that had lingered between his brows completely dissipated.

The clear nectar soup melted on his tongue, its salty taste mixed with a hint of mountain spring sweetness, healing his tired body and mind.

"If you like it, I'll make you another bowl when you come back." Seeing that he had eaten everything, Ruan Chuyin felt a little regretful that she had not made enough, so she pushed the potato tower in front of him.

"Okay." Jiang Wenzhou smiled and picked up one, looking at it carefully.

This dish looks golden and crispy on the outside, but you'll find its secrets once you take a bite. The tangy flavor of the minced meat is well masked by the seasoning, creating a rich, layered flavor that will etch a lasting impression.

"Is potato tart a new product from Mingyue Tower?" he asked curiously.

"Well...right? Have you been to Mingyue Tower?" Ruan Chuyin had never heard anyone in the tower mention that the prince had visited.

"No, but I've tried all the dishes there. This potato tart is really good, it should be a big hit."

Ruan Chuyin nodded in understanding, and planned to go to the building again when she went to look for Dongxiang to give the prescription to Mr. Wen.

Thinking back to the four people in Narcissus Pavilion yesterday, he looked at Jiang Wenzhou and tried to ask, "Do you know Fu Suiyun?"

"What do you mean?" Jiang Wenzhou paused with the jade chopsticks in his hand, and his gentle eyes suddenly became sharp. He hugged her to his lap and stared into her eyes with a cold light, like an ice needle in the twelfth lunar month, extremely cold.

Ruan Chuyin was held firmly by him, the tightening grip around her waist reminding her to respond properly. A strong sense of danger made her grip his shoulders tightly, and she explained seriously, "My friend was quite close to him, and I wanted to ask what you know about him."

"Which friend?" Jiang Wenzhou obviously didn't believe it completely.

"Liu Dongxiang." Ruan Chuyin replied honestly.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wenzhou relaxed his expression and let go of her, but soon the strength on his waist returned. He kneaded the soft flesh a few times with his big palm and slowly moved it to her lower waist to tease her.

The delicate body in my arms trembled slightly, the mist in my eyes grew thicker, and my mind suddenly became confused and hazy.

"I have no dealings with Fu Suiyun, but I know his background is a bit complicated. To the outside world, he is the eldest son of the Fu family's eldest branch in Liangyou County, but in reality, he is the child of his aunt Fu Chunfang. As for his biological father, it is said that he is the emperor of Xueyue Kingdom." Jiang Wenzhou told everything he knew.

"Xueyue Kingdom?" Ruan Chuyin had heard of this country for the first time, but she was still shocked by Fu Suiyun's identity. She had never imagined that this man could be a prince.

"The Snow Moon Nation is a powerful nation second only to Dayong, Beiyue, and Nanxing. Located in the extreme south of Nanxing, it enjoys a harsh, scorching climate year-round. Surrounded by the sea on three sides, their shipping is highly developed, and their strength should not be underestimated."

"No wonder Yumei said Fu Suiyun spends half the year in Nanxing. He must have returned to Xueyue Country," Ruan Chuyin said with difficulty, her voice trembling. A strong current rushed through her abdomen, causing her to bend over.

Jiang Wenzhou felt that the time was almost right, so he picked the person up and carried him onto the bed.

"So, it's not that easy for your friend to marry into the Fu family of Liangyou County with her looks and status. Unless Fu Suiyun insists, he won't marry anyone else."

"Dongxiang is much more beautiful than Yue Huashan!" Ruan Chuyin felt that Jiang Wenzhou shouldn't question Liu Dongxiang's appearance.

"Yue Huashan?" Jiang Wenzhou paused as he pulled the large hand that had been pulling at her waist. He slowly stood up, staring at Ruan Chuyin in surprise and asked, "Are you talking about Yue Huashan, the daughter of the Minister of Rites? Is she with Fu Suiyun?"

"Yes. She was also in Narcissus Pavilion yesterday, and she even competed with the other three noble ladies in Magnolia Pavilion for the Jade Bone Cream."

"I wasn't there yet. Lord Yue was discussing marriage with Lord Yan, the Minister of Personnel. I heard they had already exchanged engagement letters. Even if Yue Huashan and Fu Suiyun were together, she wouldn't marry him. So, your friend might not be without hope."

"What did you say? Yue Huashan and Yan Yan exchanged engagement letters?" Ruan Chuyin suddenly jumped up from the bed. Wasn't Yan Yan pursuing Cai Lei? Did it fail?

"I'm leaving now. We'll talk tonight."

"Where do you want to go so early?" Jiang Wenzhou pulled the person back and lowered the curtain.

She finally woke up at 9:00 PM after a nap. Jiang Wenzhou was no longer around, so she quickly got up, dressed, and headed to the Liu Residence.

But when he really reached the door, he hesitated again, and kept thinking about what he wanted to say.

The door slowly opened, and Liu Dongxiang, wearing a pink dress, was about to go out. Her face was faintly flushed, and her smile was as beautiful as a flower under the bright golden light.

She walked straight to the right corner and got into a BMW.

It was easy to guess who the carriage belonged to. But to Ruan Chuyin's surprise, the carriage didn't leave. Only half a cup of tea later, Liu Dongxiang got out of the carriage again, holding a small, fine wooden box.

"Dongxiang!" Ruan Chuyin waited until the carriage drove away before calling her.

Liu Dongxiang was very happy that Ruan Chuyin came to see her specially, and she asked her to invite Yumei and Cai Lei out.

They still visited the Liang River, and Liu Dongxiang still paid the bill, but the boat was changed to a more luxurious three-story houseboat.