The Command to Pamper the Husband - Chapter 61

Lu Zhan demonstrated his impeccable acting skills, then stepped out and shut the door behind him.

Wan Xi stared up at Lu Zhan with wide eyes. “What were you doing at the door just now? It looked like shadow puppetry.”

Lu Zhan…

He awkwardly scratched his head, forcing a laugh. “Nothing much, just… just calculating the time needed for the pork knuckle to cook.” He lied, feeling guilty.

Wan Xi’s already wide eyes grew even wider. If it weren’t Lu Zhan saying this, she’d think it was nonsense!

Looking at him with admiration, Wan Xi sincerely said, “You’re amazing. But weren’t we going to have boiled fish and roasted pork knuckle? Why are we braising it?”

She and the Young Master had made boiled fish before, and it didn’t involve braising! And roasted pork knuckle sounded like it should be roasted!

Lu Zhan…

His heart tightened, and a fine sweat broke out on his forehead. What could he say!

Just as Lu Zhan was about to panic, Wan Xi spoke again. “Someone like you, a master chef, must have your unique methods. That’s why your food is better than others!”

Lu Zhan…

Relieved, he managed a silly smile and continued to laugh.

After a moment, Wan Xi glanced at the room. “But my Young Master asked for the Fourth Prince.”

Lu Zhan smiled. “The Prince is resting. Whatever needs to be discussed, you can tell me.”

Wan Xi…

Alright! After all, it’s about sharing food, and it seems anyone will do!

If Lu Zhan went, she’d feel better. At least Lu Zhan was a great cook and not as high-maintenance as the Fourth Prince.

Wan Xi grinned and walked into Song Jin’s room with Lu Zhan.

Seeing Lu Zhan, Song Jin was surprised. “Why are you here?”

Lu Zhan cupped his hands and reported, “The Prince isn’t feeling well. The food is already cooking, just waiting to be done. The Prince sent me over to see what you needed.”

Song Jin’s face filled with concern upon hearing Shen Yue wasn’t well. Oh no! That idiot Shen Yue doesn’t know how to take care of my body!

“What’s wrong? Sore throat? Stomach ache? Or did he get hurt somewhere?” Song Jin anxiously looked at Lu Zhan.

Lu Zhan…

Suspicion arose in his heart. Why was Miss Song so concerned about the Prince? Could it be that Miss Song was truly charmed by his master’s handsome looks?

It shouldn’t be! His master had been quite annoying lately!

Suppressing his suspicion, Lu Zhan replied, “Nothing serious, just exhausted from the journey after the body switch.”

Song Jin let out a sigh of relief. “Then he should rest.”

She then frowned at Lu Zhan. “But if you’re here, what about the pork knuckle?”

With his recent practice in lying, Lu Zhan answered smoothly, “The pork knuckle is in the pot. The Prince is watching it. It’ll be ready soon. What do you need to discuss with the Prince?”

Song Jin smiled. “Nothing much, just inviting you to have some roasted lamb leg.”

Lu Zhan immediately waved his hand. “That’s not appropriate, if…”

Before Lu Zhan could finish, Wan Xi had already pushed him towards the table and made him sit down, pressing his shoulders. “What’s inappropriate? You’ve been cooking for us, you need to replenish your energy. Besides, the Prince is watching the fire, so it’s fine.”

Lu Zhan…

He wanted to refuse. But the roasted lamb leg was right there, still sizzling. It looked delicious. And there was a small jug of wine beside it.

…

After a cup of tea, Lu Zhan had a mouthful of grease. Song Jin, eating the roasted lamb leg, asked Lu Zhan, “Were the assassins from the Crown Prince again?”

Lu Zhan, enjoying the food, shook his head. “No, they were from Duke.”

Song Jin…

She blinked, trying to understand. “Duke’s people want to assassinate you too? Why? The Prince came to Yuzhou to investigate Duke’s third son’s case. If anything happens to him, wouldn’t it make people suspect Duke?”

After a pause, Song Jin suddenly remembered the gold mine incident. “Could it be that Duke already knows the gold mine was seized?”

Lu Zhan, chewing on the lamb, shook his head again. “Duke doesn’t know about the gold mine yet. But his third daughter is determined to marry our Prince. To block her path, Duke decided to kill our Prince once and for all.”

Song Jin…

Damn! What kind of logic is that! To stop his daughter from marrying someone, he decided to kill the person?!

And how could Lu Zhan speak so casually about this? Could it be that Shen Yue was a universally disliked figure in the capital?

Thinking of this, Song Jin sighed deeply. What kind of fate is this!

“And what about your Prince? How does he feel about the third daughter?”

“The Prince has no interest in her and doesn’t plan to marry her.”

Song Jin rolled her eyes. Even if he wanted to marry her, her father wouldn’t allow it!

“Who is this Noble Lady Yi that Xu Lin mentioned at the gold mine? Xu Lin seemed to imply she has a close relationship with the Prince.”

Lu Zhan stopped chewing for a moment, hesitation flashing in his eyes as he looked at Song Jin.

Song Jin gave him an innocent smile. “I need to know more about the Prince’s affairs since I’m going to the capital in his place. It’s better to be informed.”

Before Song Jin could finish, the door creaked open.

Song Jin turned and saw Shen Yue kicking the door open, holding a basin of boiled fish in his left hand and a roasted pork knuckle in his right.

“That’s something you don’t need to know.”

“Oh my, why did you bring these yourself? You should have called us to help! What if you got burned!”

Seeing the large basin in Shen Yue’s hand, Song Jin jumped up and ran to him. Taking the boiled fish from his hand, she said, “This is all hot oil. It’ll leave scars if you get burned!”

She then gave Shen Yue a reproachful look. This is too much! My delicate body is being ruined by Shen Yue.

Shen Yue…

I haven’t even gotten angry, why are you mad!

He looked at Song Jin in bewilderment, then his eyes fell on the table. On the table was a nearly stripped lamb leg. The air was filled with the scent of wine.

…

So, while I was sweating and cooking, you were here drinking and eating?

Shen Yue’s face turned dark.

Lu Zhan’s hand holding the lamb leg trembled. Oh no, I forgot to send some to the Prince.

Lu Zhan licked his lips and weakly approached Shen Yue, reaching for the roasted pork knuckle. “Your Highness, the smoky flavor of the roasted lamb is too strong. You never liked it.”

“That’s great!”

Before Lu Zhan could finish, Wan Xi grabbed the roasted pork knuckle. “If the Prince doesn’t like smoky flavors, he won’t eat the roasted pork knuckle either. Perfect, we can share it among the three of us. Come on, come on.”

Wan Xi happily placed the pork knuckle on the table, chattering away.

Lu Zhan looked at Shen Yue with horror. Would he get beaten to death?