Quick Wear: I'm bound to the love strategy system

Jiang Jinhe always thought that she was a silver-tongued person, but looking at Gu Qingyan at this moment, she really didn't know what to say.

She couldn't help but glare at the palace servant who brought the soup away. "Did you just bring it when I told you to? Didn't you remind me?"

When the palace maid saw Jiang Jinhe's look, her heart sank.

How could we know that this young man was so important to you? It took a lot of courage for us to serve what he made on the table. If you said you didn't like it, we would have just moved it away.

Jiang Jinhe got angry seeing those idiots just standing there.

Don’t you have any sense at all? Why don’t you bring the things up again?

Jiang Jinhe turned her head to avoid Gu Qingyan's gaze and spoke to the palace maid beside her.

"Hurry up and bring up the soup that Master Gu cooked."

The palace maid felt miserable, but she didn't say it.

Didn’t you just ask us to take it away? Now that you see that people are unhappy, you ask us to bring it up again.

In the end, it is us slaves who are unlucky.

Whoever wants to do these stupid jobs can do them. I don’t want to do them anyway!

Although they thought so in their hearts, the palace maids did not dare to resist openly and brought the soup again with a smile.

Jiang Jinhe said to Gu Qingyan with a bright smile on his face: "It's worthy of you to do it. It's different from what others do."

Gu Qingyan looked at his soup, then looked at Jiang Jinhe who was smiling brightly, and it seemed as if his ears were drooping.

"You'd better not drink it. I remember that the soup I made should not taste like this. Don't eat weird things, otherwise you might get an upset stomach."

Jiang Jinhe filled a bowl and said to Gu Qingyan with bated breath, "How can you say that the soup you made for me is something strange?"

Gu Qingyan stretched out his jade-like hand and lightly covered her bowl, his face like a painting looking serious and cautious.

“This is not the taste of food, I think it is inedible.

If you still want to eat what I cook, I will cook it for you tomorrow, but you don’t need to drink this soup.”

Jiang Jinhe really wanted to go with the flow, but when she looked at Gu Qingyan's blue eyes that were as beautiful as cornflowers, she became infatuated unconsciously.

Thinking that I couldn't make him sad, I just picked up the bowl and drank it.

After a delay, the soup was not hot.

But Jiang Jinhe would rather it be hot.

Anyone who has taken Chinese medicine knows that the least bitter thing about the medicine is when it is hot, and the most bitter thing about it is when it is neither warm nor cold.

The soup tasted very similar to the medicine the doctor had prescribed for her when her knife wound became inflamed, except that it also had the flavor of red dates and chicken soup.

Jiang Jinhe mustered the same perseverance he had when acting with those old guys in order not to spit out the soup that was already in his throat.

Master, how did he do it?

Gu Qingyan saw that Jiang Jinhe looked cold and silent after drinking the soup, so he asked her expectantly.

"How does it taste? Is it bad? If it doesn't taste good, don't drink it. It's not good for your mood."

Jiang Jinhe looked at him and managed to smile with difficulty.

"It's delicious. It's so delicious. I haven't eaten anything you made in a long time. I was just missing you."

Gu Qingyan breathed a sigh of relief and smiled faintly, as if a hundred flowers were blooming.

Then he said, "There's nothing to miss. If you like it, I'll make it for you every day. If it's not enough, I remember there's more in the pot."

When Jiang Jinhe heard this, he felt his stomach tighten.

But she quickly thought of a strategy to deal with it.

She first picked up a piece of vegetable for Gu Qingyan, and then said, "Drinking too much soup during meals is not good for the stomach. You should eat something solid."

Gu Qingyan couldn't remember anything now. Even his name was told to him by Jiang Jinhe. He naturally didn't know that Jiang Jinhe made it up, so he believed it.

"Then I will cook some dishes tomorrow. Unfortunately, today, when I was cooking, the pot broke for some reason."

Jiang Jinhe's eyebrows twitched and he chose to skip this topic.

She picked up another piece of food with chopsticks for Gu Qingyan.

"Eat your food. We'll talk about tomorrow's affairs tomorrow. Skipping meals is bad for your health."

Maybe it was because he had just drunk a big bowl of Gu Qingyan’s tonic soup, Jiang Jinhe’s appetite improved a lot when eating the dishes prepared in the imperial kitchen.

I was afraid that I couldn't cover up the taste of medicine in my mouth.

So, in a sense, the dishes cooked by Gu Qingyan did serve to whet Jiang Jinhe's appetite.

When your mouth tastes bitter, the sweet taste of the choy sum will become your favorite.

Seeing Jiang Jinhe eating so many vegetables, Gu Qingyan couldn't help but sigh.

"Jinhe has started to like eating vegetables..."

Jiang Jinhe's heart immediately became alert, but he asked with a hint of joy on his face.

"Qing Yan, have you remembered something?"

Gu Qingyan shook his head indifferently, his face still showing a calm expression as if everything was fine.

"No, I just suddenly remembered that you must be a picky eater, Jinhe. It takes a lot of effort to get you to eat vegetables every time."

Jiang Jinhe heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that he had no intention of remembering it, and the process of setting up the formation had to be accelerated.

Uncertain things always make people feel a sense of crisis.

The Imperial Astronomical Observatory gave three good days, but the nearest one would be in February of next year.

But Jiang Jinhe obviously couldn't wait that long. She was eager to get married tomorrow and keep this immortal by her side.

So at Jiang Jinhe's request, the Imperial Observatory's first wave of plans was rejected, and they received more specific requirements and began to select a new date.

The day for the second delivery is much closer.

Jiang Jinhe thought about the efficiency of the Ministry of Rites and finally chose the next two months.

The Ministry of Rites has the most corrupt officials. If they don't do things well, just chop off a bunch of them. When their heads fall, they will be able to do things well even if they haven't done things well.

No one in the government or the public was not curious about this man who suddenly appeared.

Jiang Jinhe protected Gu Qingyan's affairs very well, so they only found out that General Shi Zhenbei sent a man into the palace, and then the talent show that was originally scheduled to be held was cancelled.

Those who didn't know the inside story immediately began to make wise guesses, thinking that the old villain Yi must be afraid that His Majesty would get close to them and was disgusted with that man.

So he found a stunningly beautiful woman and used this trick to cut off the source of the problem.

Little did people know that Yi Xun himself was a serious man. He had even reported his son to the police and he really didn't expect this to happen.

But as a subject, you have to get used to taking the blame for the emperor.

Which favorite minister has not taken the blame for his majesty?

But that kid didn’t know his father’s dilemma and actually got angry with his father.

Gu Qingyan was completely unaware of the turmoil in the outside world.

Just reading books and growing flowers.

Jiang Jinhe picked out many books that he thought Gu Qingyan had not read and sent them to him.

But she finally discovered that he had impressions of all the books published before two years ago.

In other words, he had read all of them before he lost his memory.

Jiang Jinhe no longer has to read scriptures, so she can lie peacefully in Gu Qingyan's arms during her nap and listen to him tell various stories.

When he tells a story, he often does not have his own opinions. His eyes will reveal his emotions, but his language is always so objective.

But Jiang Jinhe was not like him. Whenever he was not asleep, he would tell Gu Qingyan what he was thinking.

I’m obviously not a storyteller, but I can’t stop talking.