Chapter 120: Chapter 120 - 120: The First Batch, 20: Fried Chicken

Pieces

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Xiaoqian’s eyes were wide, but he didn’t dare to disobey his imperial uncle. He walked away while looking back.

Jiang Ning beckoned: “Xiaoqian, come.”

“Little Aunt, I’m coming!” Xiaoqian’s eyes lit up, and he immediately broke free from his imperial uncle’s hand.

Li Hongyuan:

Stinky kid.

When this child was two years old, the Eldest Prince passed away, and he had been following him ever since.

At that time, Li Hongyuan was only fourteen or fifteen years old, still a half-grown youth. He would always be spotted with a delicate little boy in tow, both inside and outside of the palace.

They had almost become a scene in Chang’an City.

The relationship between these two is like that of an uncle and nephew, but not much different from father and son.

He never thought that after just a few days, his “son” had been captured by Jiang Ning.

Once she called him softly, he didn’t hesitate to leave Li Hongyuan and run away in excitement.

Surrounded by people, Jiang Ning returned to the Prince of Yu residence.

Jiang Ning opened the storeroom, took out the treasured items in the basket, and gave the calligraphy and paintings to Jiang Yi. She also gave Jiang Yuan a piece of paperweight stone and Jiang Yan a brush washer.

These were all extremely precious items.

Just to mention Jiang Yan’s brush washer, it was made by the famous Ru Kiln and worth at least five or six hundred taels of silver.

After sending them away, Huang Ying laughed and said: “Miss is really generous.”

Jiang Ning said: “These things are just sitting here anyway, why not let everyone enjoy them? Be it family or friendship, relationships need to be carefully maintained. You can’t expect others to be naturally good to you.”

“Miss’s thinking is clear.” Huang Ying sighed while organizing the clothes, “However, we have come back this time. Those maids and palace servants serving the Prince would probably come to disturb you again.”

“Disturb me?” Jiang Ning laughed, “I just don’t care about them. If they really come to make trouble, it’s hard to say who’s disturbing who.”

Xiaoqian ran over, holding Jiang Ning’s hand: “Little Aunt, I’m hungry. I want to eat the fried oil cakes made by Little Aunt.”

Jiang Ning pinched his little nose: “You’re a royal prince, is that all you’re aspiring to? Little Aunt can make many more delicious things.”

Deep-fried oil cakes were out of the question—she had now entered the Prince’s residence, so how could she still eat that?

Since she had nothing better to do, Jiang Ning rolled up her sleeves and went to the kitchen.

The cooks in the kitchen were at a loss.

The Princess Consort going into the kitchen herself?

And now being pregnant.

They dared not.

The kitchen manager quickly reported to Li Hongyuan.

Li Hongyuan was dealing with several matters sent by the Emperor and said: “Let her do whatever she wants to do, as long as she doesn’t leave the Prince’s residence.”

“But, Princess Consort is cooking for Prince Xiaoqian.”

“With Xiaoqian being so picky, I’ll be surprised if he is willing to eat her food.” Li Hongyuan didn’t care, “Let her mess around.”

The cooks had no choice but to clear out the kitchen.

Letting the Princess Consort mess around in the kitchen.

They couldn’t help but whisper and complain.

What could she cook?

Would the food she made even be edible?

Hopefully, she wouldn’t burn down the kitchen.

But soon, they all shut up.

Because a delicious aroma wafted from the kitchen.

The smell of crispy fried goodness made everyone’s mouth water uncontrollably.

A moment later, Huang Ying came out holding a small basin.

Jiang Ning came out shortly after and said with a smile: “Xiaoqian, have a taste.”

Li Tingqian looked at the golden, steaming dish in the basin and asked curiously, “Is this also an oil cake?”

“You try it.” Jiang Ning took a piece, blew on it, and handed it to him.

Li Tingqian took a bite, and his eyes lit up.

“Little Aunt, what is this? It’s delicious.”

“Fried chicken chunks.” Jiang Ning smiled and looked at him.

Which child could resist a hamburger and fried chicken, after all?

It’s a pity that conditions are limited; otherwise, if she could also make a cup of cola, it would be even better.

Li Tingqian ate four or five pieces in a row, causing the surrounding cooks and servants to be stunned.

The little prince had always been known for having a poor appetite, being picky, and not liking to eat..