Page 654

Ouyang Jingyuan also laughed because of the "golden thigh" comment.

After lunch, Shen Chuwei laid down on the couch intending to take a nap.

The couches here were different from those in Daxia; these were made of bamboo and could be moved at will.

There was a breeze outside, so Shen Chuwei asked Qin Xiao to move the couch out.

Shen Chuwei lay on the couch, drowsily drifting off to sleep.

When Wu Tan walked over, Shen Chuwei had already fallen asleep, so he sat down on a small stool beside her.

Qin Xiao saw Wu Tan and frowned—what was a monk doing here? He glanced at Shen Chuwei on the couch, and as a martial artist, he could tell from her rhythmic breathing that she was sleeping soundly.

Bored of staying inside the room, Lin Xian moved his wheelchair outside, his gaze drifting across to the guest room, where he saw someone sitting in the courtyard—that same monk he had seen once before.

Curiously observing, he suddenly noticed a couch beside the monk, with someone asleep on it.

The splash of red told him that the person lying on the couch was Shen Chuwei.

Lin Xian gripped the arms of his wheelchair—how could she be so close to a monk?

For some reason, he felt incredibly angry.

Realising his reaction shocked him—why should he care who a married woman was close to?

Lin Xian’s face darkened as he looked down at his legs, wondering when he would be able to move freely.

He didn’t want to stay here another day.

In the days that followed, Shen Chuwei primarily focused on treating Xiao Jinyan and Ouyang Jingyuan. With the rest of her time, she made delicious food to reward herself, then simply laid on the couch, not wanting to move a muscle.

In the past, Shen Chuwei used to deliver meals to Xiao Jinyan, which he always looked forward to, but now, it wasn’t just for him; she also delivered meals to Wu Tan and Ouyang Jingyuan.

And this was something he had found out unintentionally.

Eating the food in front of her, Shen Chuwei noticed Xiao Jinyan not using his chopsticks much, so she asked with puffed cheeks, "What’s wrong? Don’t you like the food?"

Lin Xian simply hummed in response.

"Your taste has changed," Shen Chuwei said as she took a bite of Braised Pork and then ate a mouthful of rice, enjoying it immensely.

Lin Xian watched her eat and snorted coldly, "Didn’t you say you were the Crown Princess? Why are you cooking personally and serving them?"

Shen Chuwei replied, "What’s wrong with being the Crown Princess? Is a Crown Princess not human? I’m tired of the food here and wanted to eat what I’ve cooked. Whether it’s just me or a group of us, I have to cook either way, so why not make a bit more and share the joy with everyone?"

Lin Xian: "..." Share the joy, my ass!

Shen Chuwei lowered her head and continued to eat the Braised Pork, her favorite.

With nowhere to vent his frustration, Lin Xian abruptly tossed his chopsticks aside, making a clattering noise as they struck the bowls and plates.

Shen Chuwei was in the middle of eating when she was startled by the sudden noise; her cheeks puffed out with a big piece of meat in her mouth, she looked at Xiao Jinyan in confusion—suddenly in a temper.

"What’s wrong with you?"

His words unclear, Lin Xian yet understood, and responded coldly, "Nothing; the meal just doesn’t suit my taste."

Shen Chuwei struggled to chew the meat in her mouth, and after swallowing it, she asked, "Then what would you like to eat? I’ll make it for you tomorrow."

Lin Xian made it difficult on purpose, "Aren’t you saying that I am your husband? Don’t you know what I would like to eat?"

Shen Chuwei glanced at the dishes in front of her—minced meat with eggplant, steamed meat, Braised Pork, Tomato Egg Soup.

"But you used to love these dishes. Now that your taste has changed so suddenly, how am I supposed to know? You used to eat meals from the Imperial Kitchen even if you didn’t like them, and you never threw your chopsticks away. Why are you throwing a temper at me? Can’t we talk this out nicely?"

Feeling aggrieved, Shen Chuwei continued, "In the past, whatever Chun Xi made, you would eat without complaint; you never lost your temper."

Lin Xian snorted coldly, "I am not him."

Leaving those words behind, he wheeled himself away.

Shen Chuwei stared at Xiao Jinyan’s bowl of rice, which was almost untouched, then at the table filled with what seemed like delicious food.

She picked up some vegetables with her rice and ate them, trying to swallow her grievances along with her meal.

After finishing her meal, Shen Chuwei cleaned up the dishes and glanced at Xiao Jinyan in the room, who was engrossed in reading a book. She diverted her gaze and walked out.

Xiao Jinyan didn’t eat much for dinner, so Shen Chuwei, worried he might be hungry, personally made dumplings for him. Since Xiao Jinyan didn’t like cilantro or spicy food, she didn’t include them.

At this moment, Lin Xian was looking at a painting Shen Chuwei had left at his place. He couldn’t resist opening it to take a few more glances.