The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

"Pfft..." Yang Chuxia couldn’t hold back her laughter. "You guys are really something, reading those books without fear of bursting."

"I’m not afraid," Ye Zi’an looked up, satisfied, and chuckled. "He might not be so sure though."

After all, he had already seen his wife, while the other guy was stuck in some little courtyard, not allowed to show his face. He might as well suffocate with frustration.

"Wife, are you hungry?" After a long embrace, Ye Zi’an pushed her away a bit and asked.

"Now that you mention it, I am a little."

After Yang Chuxia finished freshening up, the maids brought in the meal.

"Hmm, today’s porridge tastes a bit different?" Yang Chuxia stared at the bowl, looking at it several times. It had the same ingredients as the usual red bean porridge, but the taste was just not the same.

"Of course it’s different. The porridge I make could never be the same," Ye Zi’an added some more for her and said, "I’m used to eating your cooking, but you rarely taste mine. Naturally, I have to show off a bit."

Upon hearing this, Yang Chuxia’s heart felt as sweet as if it had been dipped in honey. This was an era where gentlemen stayed away from the kitchen, but her Brother An never minded such things and would do whatever he wished.

"Here, wife, try this."

"Crystal dumplings?" Yang Chuxia looked closely. "No way, you can make something this complicated?"

"Of course," Ye Zi’an said proudly. Before he was engaged to Xiaxia, he used to live alone and did all the cooking himself. Plus, he worked at a restaurant for a while. When there was no one eating at the restaurant, he would go and learn a few tips from the chefs there.

Perhaps the chefs back then respected him for being a scholar who wasn’t conceited and was willing to learn cooking, so they taught him very earnestly, resulting in him mastering a few specialties.

"Here, open your mouth, wife."

Yang Chuxia instinctively opened her mouth and chewed.

"Is it good?"

"Mm-hmm," Yang Chuxia nodded repeatedly. It’s not just good; it’s incredibly delicious. "Brother An, you’re amazing. I feel my love for you has just leveled up."

"Haha." Hearing two declarations of love so early in the morning, Ye Zi’an was very satisfied yet said, "I thought your heart was already full of love for me."

"Don’t be discouraged. If you make these dumplings a few more times, you’ll max it out."

"That’s easy. Whenever I have time, I’ll make them for you," Ye Zi’an said while serving her some side dishes.

"By the way, shouldn’t you go and discuss the situation with my cousin and the others?"

"When I got back last night, someone already went to Prince Zhuang’s Mansion, and the Mu Family will report to them," Ye Zi’an paused and then suddenly asked, "By the way, wife, do you have any way to let us meet the Emperor?"

"What do you mean?"

"The Emperor is now being watched by Prince Le," Ye Zi’an whispered, "Isn’t the Emperor poisoned? But now he’s surrounded by Prince Le’s people. Whenever a minister visits him, there’s always someone with him, and other officials only think that a new eunuch has been assigned, so no one suspects. But my cousin has confirmed that person is no ordinary eunuch."

"If the Emperor is hard to reach, why not deal with Prince Le first?" Yang Chuxia asked, "Didn’t we already know about Prince Le’s flaw last time? Didn’t Mu Shaoling also say that the formula to help Prince Le resist the illness had a breakthrough?"