After traveling through time, I became a thorn in the eyes of the sickly prince

Seeing that Prince Duan didn't say anything, An Muxi walked straight to the door. He had slept for a night and had to go to the toilet.

"stop!"

"What else do you want to do, Your Majesty? I have been under your control for a whole night. You should give me time to go to the toilet, brush my teeth and wash my face!"

"Help me wash up!"

"Can't you just come back from the toilet?" An expectant look.

"No!" He couldn't get rid of the anger in his heart unless he tortured this tough guy.

Mu Xi stopped talking nonsense, walked to the basin rack, and moved it over with both arms. She didn't want to argue with him. She just lost her love letter and was in a bad mood.

Looking at the swaying water in the basin, Prince Duan did not move, "Pick it up!"

"Your Highness can clearly reach it by bending down!" An Muxi gritted his teeth angrily. He felt sorry for him for his decadent look just now, but he still did not forget to bully himself.

He picked up the wooden basin, held it in front of Prince Duan, and turned his face to the side. It would be easy for this bad guy to throw a towel into the water and get himself wet like he did yesterday.

Fortunately, Prince Duan did not meanly throw the towel into the water. He silently washed his hands, wiped his face, folded the towel, and placed it on the washbasin rack.

Mu Xi put down the wooden basin, picked up the toothbrush holder on the table, considerately poured warm water into it, poured tooth powder on the toothbrush, and handed it to Prince Duan.

Prince Duan took the toothbrush and said, "Go cook, I'm hungry!" in a hostile tone.

An Muxi did not respond and walked out of Moyang Palace.

She went to the toilet, washed up, changed into a pink skirt, and came to the small kitchen of Moyang Palace.

There was a piece of kneaded dough on the board, Cuizhu was chopping meat, and Meilan was cutting celery.

“Where’s the pork?”

"Princess, it was sent by Steward Shi."

"Oh, let me do it." Mu Xi picked up the shoulder straps on the vegetable rack, fastened the two big sleeves, took the kitchen knife from Cuizhu's hand and started chopping hard.

After a while, the celery and pork were poured into a bowl. The red meat and green celery looked very nice.

Pour salt, oil, pepper and other seasonings into Amul and stir in a clockwise direction.

"The filling must pass through my hands, otherwise it won't be fragrant."

Cuizhu smiled sweetly:

"Princess, my godmother said the same thing!"

"Oh, do all of you call her godmother?"

"Yes, our godmother served in the mansion when we were young. All the guards' clothes, quilts, and shoes were made by our godmother, just like our biological mother."

"Yes, Princess, most of the guards in the mansion are orphans, so everyone treats their godmother as their biological mother." Mei Lan added.

"I see that you all get along very well, but why is your prince so bad, thinking of ways to torture me every day." After saying that, he placed the bowl of meat stuffing hard on the panel, grabbed the dough, and began to knead it vigorously. It felt like he was not kneading the dough, but Prince Duan's internal organs.

Cuizhu laughed, "Princess, the prince was a good person, but he became like this after he got a leg disease and the emperor granted marriage."

"Humph, so you just saw that I was not feeling well and ruined his marriage."

Mu Xi kneaded the dough into a big pancake and cut it into small pieces with a kitchen knife.

Finally, use chopsticks to scoop out a little meat filling, put it on a small piece of dough, pinch it left and right, and a small wonton will appear in the palm of your hand.

Looking at the small and exquisite wontons, Mei Lan said happily:

"Your Highness is in for a treat, the princess made it so well."

"The princess wraps it better than I do." Cuizhu praised.

"Hmph, I'll leave once I get the divorce papers. Who will cook for him every day?" Mu Xi muttered dissatisfiedly. He picked up the second diamond-shaped pancake and put some meat filling in the middle. It looked really nice in the palm of his hand, with white, red and green colors.

A quarter of an hour later.

Mu Xi appeared in the dining room carrying two large bowls of wontons. The prince sat at the center of the table, like a reincarnated hungry ghost.

Prince Duan looked at the two large bowls of wonton on the tray and thought they looked delicious, especially with the oil and green coriander floating on top. Meilan and Cuizhu praised this chef for being a better cook than Chef Wang, and it seemed to be true.

Mu Xi took the first bowl of wonton and put it in his own seat, and put the second bowl of wonton in Prince Duan's seat. This time there were two bowls, and he couldn't snatch his own bowl again.

Prince Duan picked up the spoon, stirred the soup in the bowl, scooped out a small wonton and put it into his mouth. The aroma of meat and celery filled his nostrils. It was delicious, indeed better than what Chef Wang made.

Mu Xi sat in her chair, greedily eating the wontons in the bowl, and occasionally glanced at the man opposite her. She found that this man had not slept all night, but his appetite had not decreased at all.

Neither of them spoke, and they ate wontons quietly.

After a while, both of their bowls were empty. Prince Duan even drank up the soup. He put down the spoon and looked at the woman opposite him. He found that her mouth was pink and greasy from drinking the soup.

"In a moment, learn the palace etiquette!"

"Is this never going to end? Everyone in Kyoto knows that I, An Muxi, am uneducated. Does Your Majesty want to train me into a talented woman?" Muxi put down the spoon, stood up unhappily, picked up the two bowls of rice on the tray, and took it to the small kitchen.