Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart

Chapter 862 Hit Him Hard

Lu Liangwei did not insist either, and she took the fish back and continued eating.

Since she got pregnant, the Emperor had been very strict with her diet. Her usual meals were light and bland, which was basically torture for a glutton like her

She only got his approval to eat barbecue today after pleading with him for a long time.

A while later, all the fish were finally cooked one after another.

Chu Yi gave one to his master.

Then, he gave another to Zhu Yu.

Zhu Yu was also roasting fish, but the one in her care was not yet cooked.

“You can eat first. I’ll roast this one for you,” Chu Yi offered.

Zhu Yu hesitated for a moment before accepting the fish from him. “Thank you, Brother Chu Yi.”

Her words delighted Chu Yi, and he sat down contentedly and continued roasting the fish.

Soon, Chu Qi and Chu Jiu finished roasting the pheasants.

They sliced off the meat with their daggers, placed it on a plate, and presented it to Long Yang and Lu Liangwei.

Chu Jiu had specially left two drumsticks untouched for Lu Liangwei.

“Thank you, Jiu.” Lu Liangwei took them from her greedily. “But I’ll only have one drumstick. You can take the other one.”

Chu Jiu was not too enthusiastic about food either and shook her head. “I’ll pass. I’ll give it to Lil Qi.”

She then passed the remaining drumstick to Chu Qi.

Just like Lu Liangwei, Chu Qi could not resist good food. He accepted it, sat down on a chair, and started munching away.

Not long after, Zhao Qian arrived.

The heavenly aroma made his mouth water.

Chu Jiu smiled and said, “Butler Zhao, I left some for you.”

“You’re the best, Jiu,” said Zhao Qian, grinning

Chu Jiu passed the roasted fish and the sliced pheasant meat to him.

The two pheasants were more than enough to satiate their appetite. Moreover, they had already had roasted fish, so in the end, there was still a lot of fish and meat leftover.

Lu Liangwei had made the barbecue sauce herself, and the flavor was rich and savory.

Zhao Qian rubbed his stomach contentedly. “I’ve never had such delicious barbecue before.”

Chu Yi glanced at his round belly, not wanting to rain on his parade, but still could not help reminding, “It is indeed delicious, but you should really control yourself, Zhao Qian. If you get any fatter, you won’t be able to see the path underneath your feet anymore.”

His comment hit Zhao Qian hard, and he hurriedly lowered his head, only to find that his belly was indeed blocking his view of the path. He groaned in regret, “I shouldn’t have eaten so much.”

Chu Jiu shook her head. “Don’t listen to Chu Yi. You’re not too fat, just the right amount.”

Zhao Qian was moved to tears. “I knew you were the best, Jiu.”

Chu Yi rolled his eyes. “Well, if you don’t want to hear the truth, there’s nothing I can do about it.”

“Lil Qi, are you full?” Lu Liangwei looked at Chu Qi sitting quietly nearby. The cool boy’s face was a little flushed from the fire, making him appear less aloof than usual. Hearing this, he nodded. “Yes.”

Lu Liangwei turned to Zhao Qian. “Let’s give the rest to the servants in the holiday home.”

“Yes, Your Highness,” Zhao Qian quickly replied, but before he could put away the remaining roasted fish and meat, he heard an exclamation. “Something smells delicious! What is it?”

The corners of Zhao Qian’s mouth twitched at the sound of the voice, and he said to Lu Liangwei, “They’re seriously everywhere. But how did they find this place? I clearly sent them to the imperial holiday home furthest from here.”

Before long, Wanyan Jin and Wanyan Luosang were led over by the housekeeper.