"Who said you guys had no roots? I will be your backer, who would dare to touch my people?" With a cold face, Zhu Junyang started emitting cold air. However, he was interested in the words 'cannon fodder'. He wanted to ask what they meant but he was afraid the little la.s.s would say that he was ignorant, so he stayed silent.
"Yes, yes, yes! You are powerful! No matter how powerful you are, you still have to eat right? Here, scrambled eggs with tomatoes!" While talking, Yu Xoacao had quickly cooked up the last dish. Just as she was about to bring it over to the stone table in the courtyard, Zhu Junyang, that door G.o.d, blocked the way, so she slipped the vegetables into his hands.
Zhu Junyang looked down at the bright red and golden 'scrambled eggs with tomato', and then looked at Xiaocao who had turned around to scoop out the rice. 'What does she mean? Is she telling me to take the dishes out for her? This la.s.s's courage is growing bigger and bigger; she even dares to order this prince around!'
When Head Steward Liu saw this, his expression changed and he hurriedly rushed over to take the dish out of his master's hands. Head Steward Liu's heart shuddered and he thought, 'My little ancestor, how can you order the Royal Prince to take the dishes? Isn't this just asking a venerable old man to go hang himself—to go seek death?'
Unexpectedly, his master didn't appreciate his actions and dodged his hands. He carried the plate in one hand, held his other hand elegantly behind his back and walked out of the kitchen.
"Get out of the way! Here comes the rice!" Yu Xiaocao's voice rang out just as Zhu Junyang set the dish of scrambled eggs with tomatoes down on the table.
When he turned around, he saw that the la.s.s, as if she was doing acrobatic, holding a big bowl of rice in one hand and had a teetering plate on top of two adjacent bowls in the other hand. Without thinking, Zhu Junyang reached out and took the plate of 'stir-fried spoon worms with chives' on top.
As if he had seen something extraordinary, Head Steward Liu's eyes almost fell out of his eye socket. They could say the dish just now was given by Miss Yu, so his master just brought it out. However, his master actually took the initiative to help Miss Yu with the dishes, this.. this... should they check to see if the master had been subst.i.tuted by someone?
When Yu Xiaocao pa.s.sed by Head Steward Liu, he grabbed her and quietly whispered, "Miss Yu, if you have any work, feel free to tell me. Don't be embarra.s.sed about it...."
Yu Xiaocao saw that most of the dishes were already brought out so she waved her hand and said with a smile, "There's nothing for you to do. You can just sit and wait to eat the meal!"
How could the servant just sit and wait to eat, while the master serves the food? Did he still want to live?
"Young Royal Prince, do you want to have steamed bun or rice?" Head Steward Liu wanted to say something else, but he was interrupted by the clear and melodious voice of Yu Xiaocao. Seeing that his master had looked over, and even glared at him, Head Steward Liu tactfully closed his mouth.
Not only was Zhu Junyang not angry at Xiaocao for letting him bring out the dishes, but he also thought it was a new experience. . When eating at home, there were usually people serving them, so it looked comfortable and relaxed. But, in fact, there was a lack of ambiance. Unlike his family, even Yu Hai, who came back from the fields, helped distribute the bowls and chopsticks. The feeling of the whole family working together gave off an overflowing sense of warmth.
After helping bring out the two dishes, Zhu Junyang suddenly felt he was no longer a high-ranking prince nor the enviable third son of Prince Jing, but instead he had integrated into the warm family and became a part of them.
"You guys, there's no need for a separate table. Just eat with this prince!" Zhu Junyang expressed an 'it's a great honor for you to eat dinner with me' att.i.tude. In actuality, he had longed for the atmosphere of smiling and talking while eating, like the Yu Family.
