Chapter 272 - 270. Mother! (1/2)

Third-person POV

Zhang Wei's body froze when he heard the name that came out from Tao Qi's lips.

'Hong er? She is…no…I must not be hasty. There are millions of people with that name.' Zhang Wei remembered the advice that his father always told him.

While Zhang Wei was deep in his thought, Hong er turned her head to the source of the tremor and tilted her head.

Tao Qi approached Hong er and used her shoulder as a media to write, ”It seems like that brat is fine. I bought you breakfast, you should eat. I will look after him.”

Hong er nodded her head and gave Tao Qi a few things to pay attention to, ”Keep the towel on his eyes.”

Tao Qi patted Hong er's shoulder once as a 'yes'. Hong er carefully walked towards the dining table by using the wall of the cave as her support. Tao Qi sat down and didn't take his eyes off Hong er in fear that she would trip on the uneven surface.

”Why don't you help her?” Zhang Wei uttered all of a sudden.

”Why do I have to? She still has legs to walk with. You brat better not take off that towel or else she will be mad at me.” Tao Qi warned Zhang Wei.

Zhang Wei's hand that was reaching out to the towel froze and dropped to the side, ”A little help won't hurt and don't call me brat when you are also a kid.”

”She wouldn't like it. She is that kind of woman, a very strong-willed one. And shut the hell up, I am older than you and that's it.” Tao Qi said with an audible of pride in his cold voice.

Zhang Wei fell into silence and focused on regaining his Qi back as he was too lazy to argue with Tao Qi.

'I have to heal faster so that I can save Rong Ai and Ah Wen.'

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The next thing Zhang Wei knew, he woke up to a scent that reminds him of home.

'Chicken soup?' Zhang Wei's sharp nose twitched at the fragrance that wafted towards his direction.

The reason why the scent of chicken soup reminded Zhang Wei of home because Weisheng often commanded the Royal Chef to cook this special recipe that his mother wrote down on a book. However, no matter how many times the Royal Chef attempted to make this common soup, Weisheng never seemed to be pleased by the outcome.

Although the Royal Chef's neck was unscathed, Weisheng's sigh of disappointment whenever the soup went into his mouth made the Royal Chef showered with cold sweat. The Royal Chef had precisely followed the ingredients and the instructions on the Hong er's cooking book without fail, yet he still got that dissatisfied reaction from Weisheng.

Hence he called the maids and guards that had served Hong er previously, including Meiyun and Huayun.

”En, the fragrance, and the taste is perfect. As expected, the dishes that the Royal Chef made.” Meiyun complimented the Royal Chef's cooking skills.

Although the Royal Chef was elated by Meiyun's flattering remark, his worries hadn't been answered yet. ”Then why? What did His Majesty Emperor find distasteful in my dishes?”

Huayun who had been silent all this time finally parted her lips, ”Because it isn't made by Her Majesty Empress.”

”Huh?” The Royal Chef turned his head to Huayun and couldn't help but baffled by the answer.

Then he shifted his eyes to Meiyun who just smiled at him.