However, the first person to “rebel” in this revolution was Tang Si.

She directly threw down her chopsticks. “Can’t you just spare us? We haven’t had a proper meal for several days now. Do you know that the food you make is very hard to eat? No, it shouldn’t be called hard to eat—it’s completely inedible.”

What?

Jingrong was stunned. Hadn’t they praised him before? Now they were using words like “hard to eat” and “inedible” to describe his cooking.

Too hurtful!

Then there was Muruo. He didn’t have as much anger, just gently placed his chopsticks on the table, stood up, and smiled. “Well… I’ll go to the restaurant and order some dishes. Let’s sit down and have a proper meal.”

Eat your sister!

Jingrong’s face grew darker and darker.

His brows furrowed high.

“Is what this prince made really not good?” He began to doubt himself.

“I already said, it’s not about whether it tastes good or bad, whether it’s hard to eat or not, but rather… it’s inedible.”

“…”

Muruo patted his shoulder. “Brother, don’t be so stubborn. Your hands aren’t meant for cooking.”

“…” Jingrong didn’t want to speak at all.

He got up so early this morning—for what? Wasn’t it just to make everyone a piping hot meal?

The result was that these so-called evaluations poured a basin of ice-cold water all over him.

His entire body felt as if it were wrapped in a layer of solid ice, still emitting white mist.

Anyway, in the end, Muruo and Tang Si happily left the residence to dine at a restaurant.

Only Ji Yunshu remained at the dining table. After two days of diarrhea, she had lost a whole circle of weight. Her originally bright and spirited eyes were now listless, and her entire face was as pale as paper.

Then, she cast a pleading gaze toward Jingrong.

As if saying: Brother, spare me.

But when the words reached her lips—

“Actually, the food really isn’t bad, just has some flaws. With more practice, it’ll be fine.”

Pfft!

The moment she said it, she regretted it.

Jingrong was puzzled—was the food he made really that terrible?

Looking at Ji Yunshu’s appearance, he finally truly understood.

“Sigh.”

He let out a sigh.

Then—

He scooped Ji Yunshu up in his arms and headed toward her courtyard, while giving orders: “Have someone prepare a bowl of porridge.”

Ji Yunshu’s petite body nestled against his solid chest. The scorching warmth from his heart transmitted to her, accompanied by that vigorous yet rhythmic heartbeat, gradually warming her body as well.

She greedily cherished this embrace!

It was like a solid wall that completely surrounded her, protecting her with care inside, where no one could hurt her.

She also knew that as long as Jingrong was there, she would never be harmed.

Jingrong lowered his eyes and happened to catch her shy, evasive gaze. He secretly smiled and held her even tighter as he carried her back to her room.

“Why are you so foolish? If it doesn’t taste good, just say you won’t eat it. Why torture yourself?”

Leaning against the bed, she smiled slightly, gazing at the handsome features of the man before her, and said, “How can you call it torture? I’m overjoyed that you’re willing to cook.”

“Why?”

“Because where I’m from, men who can cook are the most charming and can attract many girls’ affection.”

“Where you’re from?” Jingrong was confused. “This prince also stayed in Jinjiang for a while. How come I never heard you mention this?”

“That’s probably because you’re ill-informed.”

Jingrong looked at her smug expression and replied quite proudly, “Fine, since you say men who can cook are liked by many girls, then this prince has decided that from now on, I’ll study cooking seriously. Who knows, in the future, my house might be filled with beauties.”

Ji Yunshu immediately choked.

Her eyes drooped slightly. “As long as Your Highness is happy.”

However—

Jingrong suddenly grasped her slender fingers, gazing at her affectionately. “Having you in this prince’s life is enough. Besides you, this prince’s heart can no longer hold any other woman.”

Her heart tightened.

It beat extremely fast.

Her cheeks also began to burn.

She bit her lip, a happy smile spreading across her face.

The next moment, Jingrong pulled her into his embrace!

But right at this moment—

“Ahem, ahem…”

Lang Bo felt extremely awkward. Why was it always him who stumbled upon these scenes?

He was at a loss for words too.

Jingrong released the woman in his arms and turned to glare at him fiercely.

“Your Highness, this subordinate came to deliver the porridge.”

He was indeed holding a bowl of porridge just brought from the kitchen.

Jingrong raised an eyebrow. “Bring it here.”

Lang Bo handed over the porridge.

“Your Highness, then… this subordinate will take his leave.”

“Don’t go. Stand to the side.”

“Ah?”

“Ah what? Just stand there when told to stand there.”

Isn’t this inappropriate?

Lang Bo didn’t dare say these words aloud and could only comply, obediently standing to one side.

Jingrong held the bowl of porridge and said to Ji Yunshu, “This prince will feed you.”

He fed her spoonful by spoonful.

Ji Yunshu opened her mouth to eat, but with Lang Bo standing nearby, she felt extremely awkward.

Of course, the one who felt even more awkward was Lang Bo. He finally understood why the prince made him stand to the side.

He stood there ramrod straight but averted his gaze, not daring to look at the scene, beads of sweat covering his forehead.

To put it plainly, torturing a single man!

On the other side.

Muruo took Tang Si out to eat, but not to a teahouse—rather, to… a brothel.

As soon as they entered, the girls came forward in a flurry of colorful beauty.

Muruo was already handsome to begin with, causing all those girls to press against him, each one practically wishing they could hang directly on his body.

And Muruo especially loved to flirt, throwing flirtatious glances at every girl he saw.

Tang Si on the side was directly pushed far away!

Before entering, she had been wondering what kind of place this was. Now she finally knew—it was a place of romantic liaisons.

Her anger immediately flared. She pushed those girls aside one by one, revealing Muruo who had been submerged by women. With one hand, she grabbed his collar and yanked him toward her.

Those girls stood there bewildered, covering their mouths with handkerchiefs and fans as they began to gossip.

Tang Si glared at Muruo through gritted teeth. “You said we were eating—this is the place?”

Muruo shrugged. “The food here is fragrant.”

“Yes, fragrant. It’s all rouge scent, of course it’s fragrant.”

“Miss Tang, I brought you to eat, so naturally the place should be chosen by me. That reasoning isn’t wrong, is it?”

Tang Si glared at him, lowering her voice. “I’m telling you, leave here immediately, or else I’ll let the girls in here taste what it’s like to be whipped and beaten.”

A blatant threat.

Muruo’s head ached!

His face showed the displeasure of having his fun interrupted. He lifted his chin, pointing at Tang Si’s hand gripping his clothes. “First let go. How embarrassing.”

“So are you leaving or not?”

“Fine, fine, I’ll leave, okay?”

Only then did Tang Si release him, dusting off her hands. “Let’s go.”

She dragged him away from the brothel.

Those girls chased after them for a few steps, but worried that the girl might hit people, they had to give up.