The blackened marquis insists that the husband should be more valuable than the son!

Xue Mingyue was stunned for a moment, her heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously clenched the chopsticks in her hands.

He immediately looked up at him nervously.

Her mind was in a mess, but she still had to keep her composure on her face, for fear that he would see something wrong.

Xue Mingyue didn't expect that such a small change would be noticed by her grandfather. She was originally very picky about food, but no one could continue to be picky about food during the three thousand miles of exile in northern Xinjiang.

If she didn't change, she would have died on the way.

Even ginger, which she originally disliked the most, was able to eat it without changing her expression after that period of time, because ginger dispelled cold, which was the least expensive way at that time to ensure that she would not be infected with cold.

Since her rebirth, Liuyun Liuxing, who is most familiar with her, has been by her side.

She hardly had to worry about food taboos. She almost ate whatever was available. Over time, she almost forgot that she had ever been a picky eater.

Ling Su was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then raised his eyes to look at her.

Lou Zhizhang smiled: "I didn't expect that marrying into the Hou Mansion would change your picky eating habits. This is an unexpected surprise. I used to have a lot of headaches because of your problem, and I had to replace countless cooks."

Xue Mingyue calmly retorted: "No way, grandpa, you never changed cooks afterwards."

"Only you changed it at the beginning, but then you thought it was troublesome, so you just held a competition to recruit chefs. The competition was to see who could cook the most delicious dishes. That's when Lao Lin came to the house. .”

Lao Lin's specialty is lily porridge.

When she tasted it for the first time, she was so shocked that she was even willing to spend all her New Year's money to hire him.

Xue Mingyue remembered all these things, but... grandpa suddenly mentioned this, was he trying to test her?

Xue Mingyue's heartbeat skipped a few beats, and even her breathing couldn't help but become faster.

Lou Zhizhang laughed loudly: "It turns out that this competition was very good. No matter what you asked for, Lao Lin can meet it. When I heard that you were going to marry to the Marquis Mansion, I wanted Lao Lin to come with you."

"But your father stopped me. He said that the Hou Mansion is not short of a cook."

Xue Mingyue's eyes widened slightly and she looked at him in surprise.

How come she didn't know anything about this?

After finishing the last chopstick of cold noodles, Princess Cen wiped her mouth slowly and said: "If it is the cook who makes cold noodles, I think the Hou Mansion still lacks such an innovative cook."

She smiled and looked at Lou Zhizhang: "I just wonder if the mountain leader is willing to give up his love?"

Xue Mingyue heard these words as soon as she regained consciousness and frowned quickly.

Lao Lin has been with her grandpa for more than ten years. He is the cook who has stayed in Lou's house the longest these years. He not only understands her preferences, but also understands grandpa's taste. The most important thing is that he can be trusted.

She also wanted Lao Lin to be responsible for grandpa's medicinal diet.

This cannot be taken to the Hou Mansion.

"I was willing, but the Chef Li that Mr. Marquis gave Mingyue was pretty good. She doesn't need Lao Lin now, haha." Lou Zhizhang said, stroking his beard.

Hearing his refusal, Xue Mingyue breathed a sigh of relief.

Princess Cen was not upset when she heard this, but talked about other things in a good-natured manner. The two of them chatted in a very interesting way.

The picky eating thing seems to be just an opportunity for them.

Xue Mingyue loosened her fingers slightly, her palms soaked with cold sweat. She lowered her eyes and ate the cold noodles.

Was grandpa testing her just now?

...

This dinner made Xue Mingyue sit on pins and needles.

It wasn't until she soaked in the hot spring that she felt she finally relaxed. She leaned against the wall with her eyes open, and slowly slid into the pool, feeling the gentle water flow.

She racked her brains and couldn't figure out how her grandfather could see it.

During these days in Chunxia Town, she spent most of the time drinking medicine. Logically speaking, the food she ate was only delivered to her after being checked by her grandfather and Liu Yun.

So, how did grandpa know that she was no longer picky about food?

Xue Mingyue thought for a long time, but in the end she still couldn't come up with a reason. "Crash--" she surfaced from the water, shook her head, and simply stopped thinking about it.

Anyway, there must be a way from the car to the ship.

If grandpa comes to ask her, then she will tell her about her rebirth. She has always been her anyway.

Xue Mingyue quickly put the matter behind her, finished her hot spring leisurely, and then called out to the old princess who was soaking in the hot spring in the pool next door. Elderly people should not soak in the hot spring for too long.

As for Lou Shanchang...

He had already gone to the study room to review the students' articles.

As soon as Xue Mingyue returned to the house, Lidong quickly handed her a few letters with a relieved expression: "Madam, these are the letters written by the Marquis to you. Wu Ye asked me to deliver them to you."

"Why didn't he give it to me himself?" she asked doubtfully.

"The Marquis wrote a letter saying that he was not doing things well and asked him to collect the punishment." Lidong said honestly.

"..."

Wasn't Wuye protecting her during this period?

She is doing well, so why is Wu Ye not doing her job well?

Xue Mingyue thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out. She couldn't help but fell silent and clicked her tongue twice in her heart. Xie Lang's temper was getting more and more unstable now. I really couldn't understand it.

She looked through the letters in her hand and found that there were five or six letters.

Each one is half a knuckle thick.

The memories of the previous stay in the Hou Mansion came back, and Xue Mingyue suddenly had some bad premonitions in her heart. As soon as she opened it, she saw a familiar nonsense.

She couldn't help but twist her face.

The first letter was written when Xie Lang was ordered to secretly escort Tang Kun back to Beijing.

Just write, but you still have to write about missing her while riding a horse, missing her while listening to Tang Kun scolding, thinking about her while eating... Xue Mingyue really doesn't know what the purpose of writing these is.

The second letter is about him interrogating people in the imperial prison, and in the middle there is another sentence: "Interrogation is tiring, it is better for you and me to go boating in the moonlight and have fun."

The third letter, the fourth letter, the fifth letter...

After reading the entire article, Xue Mingyue felt as if there were countless Xie Langs shouting around them, "Madam, I miss you so much."

There is only one thought left in my mind. It turns out that I can feel the noise even when I read the letter.

Xue Mingyue's face was full of confusion, and she didn't know what to say for a while.

I almost wanted to throw the letter in his face, but I wanted to see what else he could write.

She took a deep breath, looked up from the papers on the table and looked at Lidong, suppressing her anger and asked: "If I remember correctly, the message I asked him to reply to me should be to explain the origin of Chef Li, right? "

Lidong nodded blankly: "Yes, yes."

"Did you really tell him about this?"

"We dare not hide it from Madam. We have indeed informed the Marquis of this matter. We absolutely dare not deceive Madam."

Lidong carefully looked at her face, and then thought of the thick stack of letters. He suddenly understood something and couldn't help but swallow his throat.

...No way, no way, Lord Marquis wrote so many letters, didn’t he mention Chef Li at all?

So what exactly did he write?