Aifei, she always wants to kill me

Chapter 18 The porridge cooked by a certain master himself

The porridge in the mouth varies from soft to hard, and it is terribly salty.

She almost couldn't hold back her vomiting.

Facing Gu Mohan's expectant gaze, she choked up little by little.

"Does it suit your taste?" The man's voice became tense, with tension.

"It's okay!" She glanced at him.

The corners of the man's mouth were raised slightly, and his handsome features were much softer, unlike the cold-blooded murderous Prince Regent.

Her eyes flickered.

"Has your cook changed?"

she asked quietly.

Gu Mohan was stunned for a moment, and asked wonderingly, "No, what's the matter?"

Ye Qingcheng wondered why the porridge hadn't changed cooks.

Seeing him feeding him again, she hesitated whether to eat or not.

It's really too much salt, it's too salty.

Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of the charcoal on his sleeve, and her heart constricted.

He cooked the porridge?
Gu Mohan noticed her gaze, looked down, and saw that his cuff was stained with charcoal, embarrassment slipped across his face.

"I accidentally stumbled upon this in the kitchen!"

He explained without further ado.

"Oh..." She made a false reply.

Gu Mohan fed it to her mouth again, "Come on, eat more."

The porridge looks attractive in color, but the taste is not good.

Ye Qingcheng didn't know what happened, but he probably coaxed him to eat a few more bites.

"Come on!" Gu Mohan was so happy that he fed him another mouthful.

Ye Qingcheng turned her head and didn't dare to eat any more, it was so salty that she felt her mouth was full of bitterness.

"Come on, I still have a few mouthfuls, you'll recover sooner if you eat more!" Gu Mohan wanted her to finish the porridge.

"I won't eat." Ye Qingcheng pursed his lips.

She drank from the glass beside her.

"Wait, I'll pour some hot water for you."

Gu Mohan snatched her over and filled her with hot water before feeding her.

Ye Qingcheng brought it over and drank it herself.

"You really don't want to eat?" Gu Mohan looked at her and asked.

"No more," she shook her head.

Gu Mohan saw that there was still some eel meat inside, and picked it out, "Eat this."

Ye Qingcheng dodged and stared at the spoon with fear.

Gu Mohan's eyes flashed, "Is it fishy?"

Ye Qingcheng looked at him, nodded, "Yeah!"

He lowered his head to try to take a bite, Ye Qingcheng hurriedly grabbed his hand, "Don't eat."

Gu Mohan sized her up steadily, raised his eyebrows, "Isn't it delicious?"

She didn't speak.

Gu Mohan still took a bite by himself, the salty bitterness in his mouth made him unbearable, and he wanted to spit it out immediately.

But thinking of how many spoonfuls he had just fed her, he swallowed it again.

It was so unpalatable that she ate it all.

He took a few sips of tea before he said angrily, "It's so unpalatable, how can you eat it?"

Ye Qingcheng lowered her head, pouted the corners of her mouth, and retorted in a low voice, "I thought you gave me something to eat on purpose!"

Gu Mohan's face was dark, he stared at the top of her head, reached out to pinch her chin, and lifted her face.

Looking straight into the bottom of her eyes, "Is this king such a person?"

Who knows!

Ye Qingcheng looked away.

Gu Mohan pressed her lips with his thumb.

Her heart trembled.

There was evil charm on Gu Mohan's face, he approached her, and asked in a deep voice, "Am I that kind of person?"

Ye Qingcheng glared at him.

The ambergris from the man's body rushed towards her face, wrapping her tightly.

Her heart beat faster and her cheeks flushed.

Gu Mohan stared at her blush and alluring cheeks, his eyes became deep, and there was a rush of heat.

Seeing his approaching figure, Ye Qingcheng subconsciously pushed him away and hid in the bed.

If Gu Mohan hadn't stabilized his figure in time, he would have fallen to the ground.

Seeing her guarding himself angrily, he sighed in his heart.

He got up and poured water, and handed it to her, "Drink it."

Ye Qingcheng glared at him.

"Aren't you thirsty?" Gu Mohan sighed.

He just took a bite, and he still feels very uncomfortable. It's no wonder she doesn't suffer.

Ye Qingcheng hugged the cup, and drank vigorously.

"anything else?"

"Yeah!" She responded.

Gu Mohan poured her a few more glasses before quenching her thirst.

"I cooked it just now, maybe I put too much salt, I will put less next time."

He embarrassedly explained to her.

"I don't want to drink your porridge anymore!" Ye Qingcheng said angrily.

Gu Mohan looked at her, got up and went to drink a few cups of tea.

Seeing that the kettle was out of tea soup, he ordered the housekeeper to bring tea soup in before continuing to review the memorial.

It didn't take long for dinner time.

Gu Mohan had someone send him over here, but he didn't go to the front hall to eat.

"Qingcheng, get up and eat."

After the housekeeper finished making arrangements, he pushed back the crowd, and then he raised the curtain and went into the inner room to call her.

Ye Qingcheng coughed a few times, he frowned, and followed her heart worriedly.

"Is it still hard?"

Ye Qingcheng was listless.

"Get up and eat something!" Gu Mohan smoothed her hair.

"I have no appetite..." Ye Qingcheng turned over and faced the inside.

Gu Mohan looked at her for a while, then hugged her up.

"What are you doing, cough cough..." Ye Qingcheng blushed coughing and was short of breath.

"You have to eat something to restore your vitality, or do you want to lie in bed so sick all the time?"

Gu Mohan scolded with a sullen face.

Ye Qingcheng lowered her eyes, feeling uncomfortable everywhere.

Gu Mohan wrapped her in his outer robe, and carried her out to eat in the hall outside.

Ye Qingcheng sat on his lap, leaning against him listlessly, and didn't have the strength to argue with him anymore, and couldn't care less about being intimate.

"If you don't have an appetite, just drink some soup! This is made by the cook at home, and it tastes pretty good."

Gu Mohan filled a bowl of chicken soup, blew on the hot air, and fed her a sip.

Her lips were chapped and her cheeks were abnormally red. When he reached out to touch her, it felt hot.

"Why didn't you tell me you weren't feeling well?"

In less than half an hour, he was so busy that he forgot to come and see her.

Unexpectedly, after such a while, she fell ill again.

Ye Qingcheng lowered her eyes. She saw that he was busy with state affairs, so she didn't bother him.

Seeing her pale face, Gu Mohan couldn't bear to scold her any longer, and coaxed softly, "Drink some soup to pad your stomach first, and then drink medicine later."

Ye Qingcheng sniffed, hugged the bowl and sipped the soup.

"Slow down, be careful it's hot!"

Gu Mohan pressed the bowl and gave a warning.

After she finished drinking a bowl of soup, Gu Mohan served her another bowl of porridge, and fed her a few sips, Ye Qingcheng couldn't eat anymore.

"Then don't eat, you go to rest."

Gu Mohan touched her forehead, it still felt very hot, hugged her in, let her lie down, then took a brocade handkerchief, soaked it in water, wrung it dry, folded it into a square and applied it on her forehead.

"Sleep first!"

Gu Mohan tucked the corner of the quilt and guarded her.

Seeing that he didn't go to eat, Ye Qingcheng chased him away in a low voice, "Go and eat quickly! You don't need to stay here, I can do it myself."

The corner of Gu Mohan's mouth curled up, and he turned over the brocade handkerchief for her, before he got up and went to the hall to eat.

Ye Qingcheng's eyes followed him, seeing him sitting there eating alone, and turning his head to pay attention to her from time to time.

Her heart felt hot.

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