"Hmm, Iâll head to the main kitchen." Ye Muyu thought of making some bone broth and then steaming a bass fish.
However, bass is rare, so she could only send someone to buy it now.
While Ye Muyu was preparing the bone broth in the kitchen, Chu Ziluo somehow heard the news of Chu Hengâs injury and ran over to ask Ye Muyu.
"When did you find out?" Ye Muyu asked casually, "Donât worry, itâs not serious, nothing major."
"The Prince sent someone to tell me."
Chu Ziluo openly told Ye Muyu without hesitation.
Ye Muyu paused the servants chopping the bones: "What did you say?"
"It was Brother Zhongjin who sent someone to deliver the news."
Chu Ziluo answered again, and after speaking, she couldnât help but glance at Ye Muyu. Seeing her turn back and continue cutting vegetables after listening, she felt a bit uneasy.
"Mother, are you mad?" Chu Ziluo asked cautiously.
"Why would I be mad, youâre not hiding your interactions with him from me." Ye Muyu shook her head to deny.
"Then why..." Chu Ziluo bit her lip and changed her words: "Mother, do you not want me to interact with Brother Zhongjin?"
"You just need to be aware in your heart." Ye Muyu inherently did not like a life of restrictions, besides, the more you prevent children, the more they want to do the opposite.
She doesnât think children lack rebellious instincts.
Of course, she doesnât want Chu Ziluo to regret it in the future.
As for the final choice, itâs up to Chu Ziluo herself.
Sheâs just her mother, not her.
Chu Ziluo slowly eased her worried heart and reached out to embrace her waist: "Mother, youâre the best."
Ye Muyu smiled tenderly: "Want to cook together with me?"
"You know thereâs a saying about winning over a manâs heart, start by winning over his stomach." Ye Muyu reminded meaningfully: "Though, the premise is that the person is worth your effort. For me, they must pass a character test to be worth it."
Chu Ziluo listened to her motherâs suggestive advice and nodded repeatedly: "Mother, I understand. Rest assured, I will definitely keep my eyes open and wonât act recklessly."
"Mother, let me slice the pork liver."
"Okay." Ye Muyu nodded and taught her how to make pork liver and spinach soup.
Aside from that, Ye Muyu also planned to make some red date cake.
The pastries bought from outside shops are mostly for tea tasting, only the pastries from Ye Muyu and the Chu familyâs cake shop are suitable for all ages.
But Ye Muyu still prefers to make them herself for her family.
Once the ingredients were ready, the first thing she made was the red date cake.
Today, Chu Heng also came back quite early, even before it got dark.
Seeing the dishes gradually being placed on the table and not seeing his wife, he could pretty much guess who made the dishes.
"Dad." Chu Ziluo brought a bowl of food over.
Seeing Chu Heng alone, she walked up to him and asked, discussing: "Dad, I want to talk to you about something."
Chu Heng glanced outside: "Whereâs your mother?"
"Mother still has one last dish, sheâll be over soon."
"Okay, then come over and letâs talk." Chu Heng took the lead and walked out.
Chu Ziluo pinched her nose, seeing her fatherâs apparent attitude of wanting her to finish before her mother returns, unsure whether to feel envious or call him cool and detached.
"Dad, this is the letter Brother Zhongjin sent me." Chu Ziluo handed him a few letters.
Not many, just four.
Chu Heng didnât open them but asked: "When were they delivered?"
"They started coming last month, about every six or seven days."