Yan Xiurong abruptly took a step back.
Her skin was naturally snowy and lustrous, but now her face flushed red as she forced out, "Your Highness, what are you doing?"
Xia Qianhui lowered his head like a child who had done something wrong. "Uncle Qi picked up this handkerchief in your room back then and used it to gag me. Only after I returned did I realize I had taken it with me. I thought you must be looking for it, so I brought it back."
"Just now, there was something on your face, and your handkerchief happened to be handy, so I..."
Xia Qianhui's heart pounded wildly. "I'm sorry. To make amends, let me clean this mountain pheasant for you, all right?"
Yan Xiurong took the handkerchief and indeed found a tiny piece of fluff on it.
It was nothing like the embroidery that had been trampled that day.
This handkerchief was perfectly clean and even carried a faint fragrance.
He must have taken it back and washed it carefully.
She had not intended to trouble Xia Qianhui, but the mountain pheasant was scalding hot after being dipped in boiling water.
In the end, Xia Qianhui, who had developed excellent cooking skills, quietly bent his head and cleaned the mountain pheasant for her.
She put the mushrooms and mountain pheasant on to stew, then began stir-frying the other dishes.
Her movements were awkward, and the flames that leaped up startled her several times.
Xia Qianhui wanted to help, but she stopped him, saying with a smile, "Father rarely comes here. I want to prepare everything for him myself."
"Have you never cooked for him before?" Xia Qianhui could not help being curious. Seeing that the water jar was almost empty, he took a bucket to the well to fetch