The Prince's Beloved Little Wife

The two sat quietly in the pavilion, admiring the bright, beautiful moon, before stepping into the cozy room together. Chen Mengyao's mind was still preoccupied with her promise to Prince Duan. So, she took Ouyang Han's hand and entered the space again.

Chen Mengyao walked in briskly and quickly sat down in front of the computer. Her long, slender fingers danced across the keyboard like nimble butterflies, light and agile. With each touch of her fingertips on the keys, various web pages and messages popped up on the computer screen.

She meticulously examined the various breakfast recipes, from the delicate and irresistible buns to all sorts of pies and pancakes, the layered and flavorful mille-feuille, the golden and crispy fried dough sticks, and even the fragrant and mouthwatering bowls of porridge—she recorded everything in detail. Not only that, but she also paid close attention to the mouthwatering noodle dishes. Whether it was knife-cut noodles, hand-pulled noodles, beef noodles, lean meat noodles, plain noodles, or wonton noodles with rich broth, or noodles without broth like minced meat noodles, mixed noodles, or fried noodles, each type of noodle dish had its unique charm and preparation techniques, and none of these escaped Chen Mengyao's keen eyes and meticulous attention.

In addition, she was eager to learn about the preparation methods of traditional Chinese delicacies like dumplings and wontons, unwilling to miss any details. To this end, she not only searched in depth for detailed recipes for various common fillings such as pork and scallion dumplings and three-delicacy dumplings, but also carefully explored the unique cooking techniques for various wontons such as shrimp wontons and shepherd's purse wontons. At the same time, she also searched and analyzed the dipping sauces that accompany each type of dumpling and wonton, and tried to personally create the most perfect flavor combination.

All these efforts are part of the thorough preparatory work to help Duan Wang successfully open a bustling and thriving noodle shop in the future. These delicious dumplings and wontons aren't just for the noodle shop! They are perfectly qualified to be an important part of the restaurant's abundant breakfast menu, providing diners with more diverse choices to satisfy the varied tastes of people from all over the world. In this way, whether customers prefer light and fresh flavors or rich and spicy dishes, they can find a satisfying meal here.

At the same time, Chen Mengyao did not forget her soon-to-open Western restaurant, buffet restaurant, and milk tea shop. To this end, she spent a lot of time searching for a wide variety of buffet dishes, learning the exquisite methods of making various sweet soups and pastries, and delving into the unique recipes for all kinds of distinctive milk teas, fruit teas, health teas, and flavorful snacks.

As time went on, the screen became densely packed with various recipes and cooking steps. Chen Mengyao carefully selected the most classic and practical methods, then printed them out one by one. She worked swiftly, neatly arranging the printed papers on the table, carefully clipping her own copy together for easy reference. The breakfast and noodle recipes, along with the bound cookbooks, were arranged neatly by category and placed into file folders, ready to be handed over to Prince Duan.

After Chen Mengyao finally finished organizing the mountain of disorganized documents, she breathed a sigh of relief and nodded in satisfaction. A bright and contented smile bloomed on her beautiful face, as radiant as a flower in spring, brimming with a sense of accomplishment.

Immediately afterward, Chen Mengyao turned and went into the cold storage room, retrieving the grain she planned to present to the Grand Tutor the next day. In her hands were a pile of golden corncobs, bright red sweet potatoes, and round potatoes. Along with these foods were various seasonings and valuable information detailing the cooking methods for each ingredient.

With everything prepared, the two exchanged a knowing smile and, as if on cue, picked up the carefully prepared items and all the documents together, leaving the mysterious and wondrous space. Chen Mengyao carefully selected the sweet potatoes and other ingredients, meticulously cleaning them before preparing various seasonings and meticulously recording the cooking steps. She found a sturdy large box, first lining the bottom with a soft cotton cloth, then gently and neatly placing the sweet potatoes, seasonings, and the booklet containing unique cooking methods inside. Next, she closed the lid and tightly tied the box with rope, afraid that the contents would spill out. After she finished, Ouyang Han helped her lift the heavy box, taking slow but firm steps to the next room, where he carefully placed it in an inconspicuous corner.

As for the important documents to be delivered to Prince Duan, Chen Mengyao chose a different approach. She returned to her room and retrieved a delicate little wooden box from the depths of a drawer. Opening the box, she gently placed a thick stack of neatly arranged documents inside, then quietly closed the lid, without any further packaging or protective measures. She knew this box would be safely delivered to Prince Duan without needing any further concealment. Finally, she placed the small wooden box containing the documents on a corner of her desk, waiting for the opportune moment to send it over.

The two finished their relaxing showers and then sat side by side on the soft bed. Chen Mengyao, having taken a long nap at noon, wasn't sleepy at all. Bored, she picked up her tablet and started watching her favorite TV series with great interest.

At the same time, Ouyang Han asked her for a book—"The Art of War." It turned out he hadn't finished reading it yet and was looking forward to taking this opportunity to further his studies. Thus, a tranquil and harmonious scene unfolded in the room: one person focused intently on the captivating plot on the screen, while the other was immersed in the world of wisdom within the pages of the book.

Time slipped by unnoticed. Chen Mengyao stared intently at the tablet, and before she knew it, her eyelids began to grow heavy, as if weighed down by a thousand pounds. Before long, she could no longer resist the drowsiness and slowly closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep, though she still held the tablet tightly in her hand.

Seeing this, Ouyang Han, who had been silently observing from the side, quickly and gently took the tablet from her hands and carefully turned it off. Then, he gently helped Chen Mengyao sit up and lay her down comfortably. After doing all this, Ouyang Han didn't stop, but picked up his book again and continued reading.

After an unknown amount of time, Ouyang Han finally felt somewhat tired. He gently put down the book in his hands and carefully lay down on his side next to Chen Mengyao. Then, he stretched out his arms and gently pulled Chen Mengyao into his embrace. Feeling her warm body and even breathing, Ouyang Han's heart was filled with peace and contentment. In this warm atmosphere, the two fell asleep in each other's arms once more, drifting into a sweet dream together.

Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting a soft glow into the room and adding a touch of gentleness to the tranquil night. A faint smile lingered in Ouyang Han's eyes, as if he were still savoring the warmth of being close to Chen Mengyao. He gently adjusted his position, making sure not to disturb the beauty in his arms, his fingers unconsciously tracing the outline of her hair.

Chen Mengyao slept soundly in Ouyang Han's arms, her cheeks slightly flushed and a happy smile on her lips. Perhaps sensing this affection even in her dreams, she pressed herself even closer to Ouyang Han, as if seeking greater security.

As night deepened, their breaths blended into one, sounding exceptionally harmonious in the tranquil night. The stars outside the window seemed to be blessing the lovers, twinkling with brilliant light. Perhaps, in the ocean of dreams, they were strolling hand in hand, weaving their beautiful future together.

The next day, Chen Mengyao woke up first. Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, tickling her face. She slowly opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was Ouyang Han's sleeping face. His eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes, revealing his high, straight nose and slightly upturned lips, as if he were having a sweet dream. Chen Mengyao felt her heart suddenly race, and her face involuntarily flushed. She clearly felt Ouyang Han's arms encircling her, and that intimate closeness stirred ripples in her heart.

In an instant, memories of their past interactions flooded her mind, and the care and love she had unintentionally shown played out like a movie. She gazed at Ouyang Han quietly, her eyes filled with tenderness.

After a long while, Chen Mengyao's delicate body trembled slightly, like a butterfly cautiously trying to escape its restraints. She slowly moved her body, attempting to quietly break free from that warm embrace, as comforting as the spring sun. However, just as she made her move, Ouyang Han, who had been keeping his eyes closed and seemingly still immersed in a dream, suddenly opened his deep and bright eyes.

His gaze, like a pool of spring water, was filled with endless doting and tenderness as he quietly gazed at the person in his arms. A slight smile curved his lips, and he spoke in a voice as gentle as a breeze across a lake: "Why not sleep a little longer? You don't need to be busy today; get some rest. Later, I'll accompany you to choose some exquisite clothes. Tomorrow, I'll make sure you appear in your most outstanding and beautiful state, so that those ministers who opposed your marriage to me can witness your beauty firsthand. As for the grain sent to the Grand Tutor's residence, I'll have Ling Feng deliver it later. If you're hungry, we can have breakfast at the dining hall later."

Upon hearing these words, Chen Mengyao, who had been struggling to get up, immediately stopped moving and nestled obediently in Ouyang Han's arms like a docile kitten. She gently closed her eyes, feeling the warmth emanating from him, her heart filled with sweetness and peace. Enjoying this tender moment once again, she quickly fell asleep again.

Seeing her sleeping face, Ouyang Han felt a warmth in his heart. He gazed quietly at Chen Mengyao's sleeping face, his mind filled with countless thoughts. He thought, how could there be someone in this world so captivating? She was like a ray of light shining into his long-sealed heart. Every time he saw her peaceful state, a strong protective instinct welled up within him, and he wanted nothing more than to offer her all the beauty in the world.

She slept so peacefully, her long eyelashes like two small fans, each gentle tremor stirring the softest part of his heart. Ouyang Han knew he had seen too many people and things, but only she could make him stop, wanting only to guard this tranquility. He secretly vowed that no matter what dangers and challenges the future held, even if it meant fighting the whole world, he would protect her. This feeling grew wildly in his heart, like vines entwining his soul, and looking at her sleeping face, he wished time could stand still, forever immersed in this moment of tenderness. So he held her again and fell asleep once more, wanting to savor this peaceful moment a little longer.