Tyrant, calm down

Chapter 292 The Caring Tyrant King

"Yeah." The irritable Shen Jingshu waved his hand impatiently, "Remember not to shout so loudly in the future, are you trying to deafen people's ears or something?"

The corner of An Ming's mouth twitched, and he was speechless.

But Shen Jingshu ignored him, pointed to Murong Li's room to the servants behind him, and said: "Put the pot in, I'll go change my clothes."

Hua Luo muttered "It stinks to death", while returning to the room with a disgusted expression.

An Ming felt that her style of painting was not quite right, but at the moment, she didn't have time to find out why she was going crazy, so she took the tray from the servant and went into Murong Li's room.

The chicken soup was fragrant, and after putting down the tray, An Ming took the bowl from the tray and filled a big bowl for Murong Li.

"My lord, try it quickly, this soup smells delicious."

Murong didn't move, but looked outside the door, as if looking for someone's figure.

After a while, Shen Jingshu arrived late to change clothes. He glanced at the cauldron on the table with dark eyes.

"Did you cook this soup?"

"Otherwise? Do you think this soup fell from the sky?"

Shen Jingshu gave him an angry look, thinking that his question was really stupid.

She disappeared for several hours, and when she came back, she was followed by a servant carrying a pot of soup. Who else could cook this soup except her?
Murong Li stared at the bright chicken soup in front of him, and said in a low voice, "Why do you suddenly want to cook soup? Isn't there someone in the house who specializes in cooking?"

"If you want to eat, cook it yourself!"

Shen Jingshu sat down across from him, unceremoniously served himself a bowl of soup, blew into the bowl, and took a big gulp.

The familiar smell infiltrated his heart, Shen Jingshu let out a sigh of satisfaction, the expression on his little face was indescribably happy.

Smacking her mouth to reflect on it, her expression seemed to be much softer than before because of the nourishment of the chicken soup.

"Although the people in the house can cook, it doesn't taste the way I want."

Murong Li's eyes flickered, and some words rolled over and over while roaring, after thinking about it for a while, he finally decided that it's better not to ask some words for now.

Shen Jingshu is now willing to wash his hands and make soup for him, which is already rare, and he doesn't have to push her too hard.

Some thoughts, when she is sure of it, she will take the initiative to throw herself into his arms.

He believes!
Both of them drank a pot of soup to their heart's content.

After the meal, Murong Li remembered that it would take some time before he could return to Beijing, and there were people in Beijing who were worried about Shen Jingshu's safety. After thinking about it, he said: "The news of our return may have already been sent back to Beijing. Do you want to tell Zhang Jingshu?" Uncle and the others write a letter to report that they are safe, so as not to worry about the two old people?"

Hearing this, Shen Jingshu's eyes suddenly softened, "How long will it take to send a letter back from here?"

"It usually takes about half a month, but I can arrange someone to take it back for you, and it should be delivered within eight days."

Shen Jingshu's eyes lit up, "Really?"

She also wanted to ask, "Are you really so nice?" She had actually thought about writing a letter the day she came back, but thinking about how long it would take to send a letter in this old world with no cars or planes, maybe she would. Being lost halfway, she gave up the idea.

"Well, why don't you write the letter later, and I'll send it out later."

"Okay! Just wait! I'll write right away!" Shen Jingshu ran out happily.

An Ming looked at his prince and gave a thumbs up in admiration.

I thought the prince would not be able to coax a woman to be happy, but seeing that the princess is coaxed, the day when the flowers will bear fruit is not far away.

(End of this chapter)