Chapter 73: We've Shared Hardships Too (6)

Feng Shang raised his eyes, his tone carrying a hint of chill, "Hungry?"

Changge Yue gave him a sideways glance and remained silent.

The moment she woke up, she had nearly been choked to death by this fellow, and then he put on a long face for her to see. Who did he think he was?

Feng Shang let out a muffled hum, his expression turning slightly unnatural, before he waved a large hand and stood up, "Someone come, serve the meal."

Changge Yue raised an eyebrow. That was more like it!

The dishes were served directly into Feng Shang's bedchamber.

A uniform line of guards walked in, carrying matching celadon porcelain plates. Changge Yue stretched her neck, looking again and again.

Every single plate was covered with a lid, making it impossible for her to see what was inside.

However, this did not dampen her good appetite. She hurried over swiftly and took a seat at the table.

A smile, completely unnoticed by himself, appeared at the corners of Feng Shang's mouth.

Although she was extremely hungry, Changge Yue was a woman of noble upbringing in both her past and present lives. Therefore, despite her hunger, she patiently waited until all the dishes were served before eagerly preparing to dig in.

Feng Shang raised an eyebrow and chose not to sit across from her, instead having someone add a chair right beside Changge Yue.

Changge Yue was truly starving. Eighty-one courses in total—how extravagant!

She lifted the lid of the dish closest to her, blinked her large eyes for a long moment, and stared in disbelief at the contents of the plate.

It was actually porridge? Born into wealth, she naturally knew that desserts were served after a main meal, and sometimes even congee, but surely not as the main course itself!

However, Changge Yue was not discouraged. She shook her head and opened the lid of the neighboring plate. Staring intently for a long time to make sure she wasn't hallucinating from prolonged unconsciousness, she lifted another lid—still porridge!

Lift the lid!
Still porridge!
Porridge!
Porridge!
Porridge!

A full eighty-one varieties of porridge, mostly clear broth with a pitifully small amount of rice.

Changge Yue completely lost her composure, "You expect me to eat this?!" Just as her words fell, Steward Qin walked in carrying a bowl of rich soup, "Your Highness, this is specially prepared by the kitchen for you."

Changge Yue curled her lip. She still found it a bit unnatural for Steward Qin—such a domineering and highly skilled martial artist—to refer to himself as an old servant!

Feng Shang originally had no appetite, but watching Changge Yue's tragic, nearly frantic expression, he couldn't help but nod, "Put it here."

Though he didn't care to drink it himself, using it to torment this little woman was not a bad idea.

Sure enough, the moment Steward Qin stepped back, Changge Yue's tender, dewy eyes seemed to emit a green glow. She gave a light cough, "I want some soup." Having no idea how long she had been unconscious, she only felt a heavy blandness in her mouth.

Feng Shang shook his head, "This is mine."

Changge Yue grew angry, "Is this how you treat your guest?"

Feng Shang looked Changge Yue up and down, then drawled leisurely, "You don't seem to be my guest." If he remembered correctly, their relationship was one of hunter and hunted.

And he was the one at the very top of the food chain!

Changge Yue rolled her eyes a few times, clinging to the golden rule of "harmony is precious," and said, "We've been through thick and thin together, after all. Treat me to this meal, and we'll..." Never cross paths again! From now on, seeing each other would mean never seeing each other again!

Before she could finish her sentence, she saw Feng Shang narrow his eyes at her and say expressionlessly, "Woman, you had better consider how you speak to me!"

Looking at Feng Shang's punch-me face, Changge Yue was so angry she almost overturned the table. She let out a muffled snort, cast another glance at the soup in Feng Shang's bowl, and instinctively twitched her nose to take a deep sniff. This soup... Changge Yue first froze, then looked Feng Shang up and down with a strange glint in her eyes.