The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right! Chapter 135: She Has No Taste!

When Yu Tingwan returned to the kitchen, she was shocked.

The half-cut vegetables were still on the cutting board. But where did the five or six dishes, complete with color, aroma, and taste, co from?

Yu Tingwan pursed her lips, already having an answer.

Wei Zhao had returned to the room.

The letter was soaked in the potion and then dried again, the words gradually appeared.

It was sent from Shangjing. To cover it up, they had gone to so trouble.

After reading it, Wei Zhao expressionlessly threw it into the charcoal basin. Flas rose, and the letter was quickly consud, turning to ashes.

He sat back in the wooden chair, leaned back, with a flash of cold severity and fatigue, as well as sarcasm on his face.

After who knows how long, the door was pushed open from the outside.

Yu Tingwan ca in carrying the dishes.

Wei Zhao just then lifted his eyelids, his gaze fixed steadily on the young lady.

Despite wearing coarse clothes, her liveliness and vitality could not be hidden.

Yu Tingwan just set the dishes straight.

Wei Zhao’s cold and hard expression slightly softened: "Co here."

She walked over, not knowing why, and her wrist was grabbed.

Any other girl would have already blushed.

Yu Tingwan did not, she looked down.

She sighed: "This is the first ti you’ve taken the initiative to hold ."

Yu Tingwan moved closer: "The atmosphere has co to this, shouldn’t we do sothing else?"

Wei Zhao glanced at her: "To apply dicine for you."

Yu Tingwan was taken aback.

Disappointed, she blinked: "But I seem to be almost healed already."

Wei Zhao didn’t respond to her.

After applying the dicine, fearing the girl might get it wet, he also wrapped it up. He did this skillfully, obviously having done it countless tis.

But previously he had only dealt with serious, terrifying wounds with bloody rolling flesh. To him, as long as it wasn’t life-threatening, it was a minor injury.

But now, his actions were especially gentle. As if the young lady was a fragile doll.

"Your period is due soon, avoid cold water these days."

"How do you know?"

Wei Zhao: "I checked your pulse."

He stood up and pulled open a drawer to take sothing out. Inside were various bottles and jars.

Yu Tingwan was not unfamiliar, as they were the elixirs Wei Zhao had to take daily. He placed his finger on one spot and took out a white porcelain red-bottod dicine bottle.

This dicine bottle had been there since they moved into the new house.

It was a special pill, brewed by Elder Ge at Wei Zhao’s request, for symptoms related to her pulse.

Wei Zhao instructed: "Take it during your period."

Yu Tingwan clutched the bottle tightly, muttering: "Okay."

Wei Zhao: "From now on, soone will deliver als during al tis, no need to cook yourself."

Yu Tingwan was tempted.

Just in the kitchen, she couldn’t resist tasting a bit. Though the taste was not as good as what Hui Niang made, it was quite flavorful.

But if she agreed. Wouldn’t her act of playing dumb for the past few days be all in vain?

Yu Tingwan suspected this was a trap Wei Zhao had set for her.

"This is the best temporary cook I could find; everywhere is full of spies now, so we have to be careful. When there’s a chance later, I’ll..."

His words were interrupted.

Yu Tingwan: "No way!"

She pointed to the dishes on the table: "Do you not like what I cook, my lord?"

Wei Zhao: ???

He looked at Yu Tingwan expressionlessly: "You made this?"

Yu Tingwan, not guilty at all, stubbornly said with a raised chin: "There was no one else in the kitchen, of course it’s my handiwork."

Wei Zhao: ...

He scooped up the black chicken soup boiled with various dicinal herbs, and placed it in front of Yu Tingwan.

"Who is as great as you?"

Wei Zhao said softly: "If you said the Imperial Palace was built by you, I’d believe it."

Yu Tingwan: ...

Sarcastic!

She chose not to argue!

She took a sip of the soup, which didn’t taste great. Too dicinal.

Frowning, the girl turned her head, wanting to spit it out.

Wei Zhao: "That sip was worth twenty taels."

Yu Tingwan: ???

How much?

Although her personal treasury was quite full now, having experienced hunger and poverty, Yu Tingwan was very frugal.

Without hesitation, she swallowed it down.

"This is truly..."

Under Wei Zhao’s slightly amused gaze, Yu Tingwan sincerely exclaid: "Delicious."

Though it was torturous for her.

But was it the twenty taels’ fault?

No!

It was her!

She had no taste!

Yu Tingwan clutched the bowl, closed her eyes, and gulped it all down in one go.

Yu Tingwan resisted the urge to gag, stuffing her mouth with a spoonful of minced at and tofu. Only then did her tightly knit brows relax.

She ate heartily, her mouth stuffed, and went for the plain stir-fried shrimp.

Watching the young lady eat, Wei Zhao finally had so appetite and took a bite of his own food.

"My lord."

Yu Tingwan: "What do you want to eat tomorrow?"

Wei Zhao raised an eyebrow: "Why?"

Yu Tingwan: "I’m thinking of making you braised pork and fish soup, and stir-fried green vegetables."

Wei Zhao: ...

Understood.

She was ordering dishes.

Acting dumb yet being clever, who could have skills like Yu Tingwan?

Seeing he didn’t respond.

Yu Tingwan prompted: "My lord."

Wei Zhao remained silent.

Yu Tingwan: "Don’t you want to eat?"

Wei Zhao continued his silence.

Yu Tingwan covered her heart with her hand: "I feel hurt."

Wei Zhao took a deep breath, hearing his own voice respond.

"Then I’ll trouble you with it."

Yu Tingwan smiled: "I don’t mind the hard work, I’m happy to take care of you."

Wei Zhao: ...

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The sky was dark.

Lanterns lit the prison, and jailers holding torches made it bright.

He Xuran flipped through the files in his hand, his expression growing colder.

Since learning of matters here, the emperor was enraged, and He Xuran felt inclined to investigate. But the extent of the scandal—how many officials were involved in the misappropriation of disaster relief grain? Moreover, the Fifth Prince’s in-laws were implicated, and his investigation was likely to encounter resistance?

He Xuran thought it would be a difficult task.

Yet everything went smoothly.

Even the ministers who disliked him expressed support.

As if... as if there was a force secretly propelling him forward.

There were few in Shangjing with such influence.

And one of them had died on the battlefield.

He Xuran thought it must be the Crown Prince manipulating things from the shadows. After all, the Crown Prince and the Fifth Prince had been at odds for a long ti.

He had only flipped through a few pages, and fury surged to the point he could feel it in his head, his face turning extrely dark.

He Xuran slamd the table heavily.

"Let’s go! Check on those corrupt officials first!"

The Vice Minister of the Ministry of Justice promptly directed: "Sir, please proceed this way."

He Xuran strode with wide steps, surrounded by nurous officials.

When he reached the area where the criminals were held.

Ah.

Why did this one have no fingers?

Walking further.

Why did that one have an arm missing?

Further ahead.

Missing both legs.

After a circle, there wasn’t a single one intact.

Those criminals, seeing him, looked as if they were seeing their savior.

"Sir, let die! Give a quick death! I admit it, I confess! I’m guilty, deeply guilty, I’m worse than a pig or dog."

He Xuran: ?

He hadn’t even begun the interrogation yet.

He Xuran angrily exclaid: "What happened! Who did this!"

Who! Used his own thods!

"General Wei’s White Tiger."

The Vice Minister explained the whole story, trembling.

He Xuran paused.

Suddenly, he was out of steam.

"Oh, it’s an act of righteousness."