An Qingxia first went to Dongli to see her son.

The little guy sat obediently with a cloth tiger in his arms, the room was empty, except for the bed, the other luggage had been packed by Mama Zhao overnight.

"Girl, don't touch the prince's frieze at this time."

Mama Zhao served a bowl of stewed chicken porridge, which was stewed with most of the chestnut chicken left over from last night, and stewed for half a night, which was very delicious.

"It smells so good."

An Qingxia was aroused by the gluttony and chased after him to take a bite.

"It's good for the girl to make up for her stomach, and she will concentrate on serving the prince later, don't mess with him."

Mama Zhao recalled that night three years ago, and felt sorry for her girl.

The prince is used to doing what he wants, where does he know how to feel sorry for people, and what do you want, others can only bear it?

Anyway, the girl's son was also born, and she has something to rely on for the rest of her life, so don't count on those honors.

Mama Zhao was afraid of the obedient little master, so she didn't dare to persuade her.

The girl in her family is such a clever person, and her heart is clear, and she can just mention a few words.

An Qingxia hurriedly ate two more bites, exhaled comfortably, pinched her son's little face, and told him to eat well and grow taller, and then put down the curtain and went out.

The big red flower on his head was left for his son to play with by the way.

When he came out of the eastern room, he saw the prince standing in the hall with his hands in his hands.

An Qingxia observed carefully for a while, took out the textbook knowledge that was about to be returned to the teacher and analyzed his micro-expressions, and felt that he should be in a good mood.

It's really moody.

An Qingxia sighed quietly, and couldn't help but sigh again when she looked at them.

These eyes really look like their son, and they are worthy of being their own father.

There was a touch of helplessness in the prince's eyes, he was used to her whimsical and unruly.

It's Xi'er Xiaohe, how can he say that Lao Tzu is like a son?

"Where's the flower you just wore?"

He asked casually at a glance at the difference.

[Who wants to wear such a cheesy red flower, and then point a black mole at the corner of the mouth, a proper matchmaker who sings a big drama in the countryside, is ugly. 】

An Qingxia pursed her lips slightly and threw the pot to her son.

"Xi'er was very well-behaved this morning, and I saw that he liked the flower, so I rewarded him. What a vision you have! ”

The crown prince, looking at her unpleasant little appearance, is actually quite pleasing to the eye.

"Why does it smell so good in the house over there? Hiding from eating alone? Isn't there no kitchenette in this yard? ”

[Dog's nose? I can see it! 】

An Qingxia smirked.

"It's a little leftover last night, it's a pity to throw it away, Mama got up in the middle of the night to take the decoction jar and sprinkle a handful of rice, mixed it with water and boiled some porridge."

Although the prince is used to her slandering herself, in the end she has been praised for 20 years, and he is not very suitable for her to change flowers and count herself, and his face is a little uncertain.

It didn't really happen.

"Eating leftovers is not good for your body. I told you to set up a meal here, and you brought Xi'er over to eat together. ”

[So good?] The prince changed sexuality and invited us to two meals in a row! Could it be that the conscience has been discovered? No, no, no, how is it possible, probably God heard my prayer and appeared to me, right? 】

An Qingxia thanked her happily, and went to the east to take her son out, and the gaudy red flower was naturally gone.

"Mama, you can eat with the cherries, Xi'er has me."

An Qingxia endured the gurgling stomach that was hooked by the chicken porridge, and persuaded herself to endure and wait for something delicious.

It's a pity that she miscalculated.

【Congee side dish? Is this to give filial piety to the king of the three counties? I knew that I wouldn't eat with the prince, so my son also became a vegetarian, and finally saved up some meat and boiled chicken porridge. 】

An Qingxia is really resentful.

It's okay that I haven't tasted the fragrant chicken porridge, but I can't bear to lose it after I get it!

The prince didn't remember his instructions before leaving in the morning, and he was looked at by the concubine with resentment, and he also felt empty-hearted.

"This rice is a progressive japonica rice, and there are poems that praise it: Gyeonggi Jiagu Wanbang Chong, jade seed should be the first good and abundant. Near the Shencang for jade food, all the treasure crown Tiangong. The spring is blue and green, and the rice is ripe and fragrant, and the lotus petals are red. People know that Kunlun is in the sky, and the green spirit is not the same as below. ”

"The aroma and taste are different, and you can taste what you can't easily eat outside."

The prince personally served a small half bowl of porridge to the mother and son, and persuaded each other diligently.

[is worthy of being a cultural person, and you have to chant a poem when you eat, and the style is immediately different. The porridge served by the prince himself! My mother, this has to be the treatment of the emperor and empress, right? I can swallow even a bowl of chaff, huh. 】

The corners of the prince's mouth twitched, neither laughing nor annoyed, so he had to turn to his son, who was sitting obediently.

"Can Xi'er eat by herself?"

Gu Ximan held the spoon in his hand, his little face was serious as if he was on the battlefield, and he nodded solemnly.

"Xi'er can do it! Does Father want Xi'er to feed? ”

The prince felt that he had been hit by another arrow in his heart, looked at the terrible mother and son in front of him, and forcibly squeezed out a smile.

"Father will eat it himself!"

After getting a white eye from the concubine, the prince realized that his tone was a little heavy, and he hurriedly went to look at his son, and found that the little crying bag did not contain golden beans, so he was relieved.

I was almost slandered by the concubine who talked a lot again.

The prince took the porridge bowl and chopsticks handed by the concubine, and was finally able to eat quietly.

After not taking two bites, the prince felt a little uncomfortable in this quiet dining atmosphere.

Especially when he saw that the mother and son on the opposite side began to look at each other and smile and feed each other, the prince felt awkward again.

"Ahem."

He coughed lightly, and deliberately paused without picking up side dishes or serving porridge.

An Qingxia raised her eyes to divide his eyes, and continued to scoop a spoonful of refreshing and tender cold tofu for her son.

It is worthy of the prince's portion, and even the small cold dishes are so delicate and delicious, no worse than meat dishes.

"Ahem!"

The prince didn't wait for the vegetables to be picked, coughed dryly twice, and began to gesture with his eyes.

[Prince's eye cramps? Didn't rest, right? It is estimated that there is still a little fire, and the throat is not refreshing. It's okay, there is a doctor who prescribes a prescription for him when he goes back, and the princess and those sisters and sisters are cold and warm, I wish I had the opportunity to be courteous, what kind of idle am I. 】

An Qingxia sandwiched another quail egg for her son, and when she saw that he was eating well, she felt comfortable.

[Sure enough, there was a problem with the medicine, I stopped the medicine last night, and Xi'er's spirit is much better today. I still have to hurry out of the house and find a serious doctor in the hospital to take a good look, leaving the root of the disease will suffer a lifetime of sin, that is my dereliction of duty as a mother. 】

[Cherry didn't go out of the house last night, the things didn't get rid of it, the silver is definitely not enough, and you have to do this first after eating later. Alas, it would be nice if I could go to Zhuangzi, it would be convenient to enter and exit, and I would do some needlework with my grandmother, and I could also exchange some silver money to supplement the family. 】

[Detention in this house, every move has eyes watched, it is really embarrassing, but my son suffers. 】

An Qingxia glanced at her son apologetically, gave him another bean paste bag, and touched the child's round head.

Gu Xi raised his head and smiled at his mother, ahhhh

An Qingxia ate it in one bite, and her eyes were bright!

Delicious!

When the prince saw that the mother and son were feeding as if no one was around, he had to pick up chopsticks to eat again sullenly.

"I'm not feeling well, so I sent someone to invite the imperial doctor to come over, so you can take a look together."

[So good?] That's what you want! 】

The prince received the surprise look of the concubine as he wished, and sincerely thanked himself.

"Show Xi'er, I've always been in good shape, don't bother." She broke the precept of not saying a word, and opened her mouth to refuse.

[What kind of identity is the imperial doctor, how could he give me a concubine who can't be on the stage for consultation, I'm afraid it won't be regarded as humiliation and annoy the prince. 】

When the prince read her thoughts, he was slightly stunned, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.