Dressed as a concubine instead of a concubine

Chapter 227 If You Don’t Like It, Then Forget It

"This is Master's handwritten note. Take it and read it."

After Meng Xiyue's foot healed, she brought Wu Feng to the study.

"I know your ambition is to study. Although I cannot accept you as my apprentice, you can enter my study at will and read any book in it."

There was nothing secretive in her study, just some calligraphy, paintings and books.

"Okay, thank you girl."

Wu Feng pushed her to sit on the chair and said, "There is plenty of time to read. Drink this fish soup first, otherwise it will get cold."

Wu Feng put the book aside, picked up the fish soup on the table, and blew on it gently, "The temperature is just right, drink it quickly."

Meng Xiyue raised her eyes to look at him, then looked at the fish soup and shook her head, "I don't want to drink it, and you don't have to stew it for me in the future."

Since he came back, for more than ten days, Wu Feng has been stewing soup for you every day. His cooking skills are really good and the soup is delicious.

But she just didn't want to drink.

"What's wrong? Did I cook it badly? Is it too bland or too salty?"

Wu Feng asked nervously, with an expression that as long as Meng Xiyue said so, he would change it immediately.

Seeing him like this, Meng Xiyue felt upset and said sternly, "You are here to be a servant, not a cook. You don't need to do these things."

Wu Feng was stunned for a moment, then lowered his eyes and said, "I know, I just thought that the soup would nourish your body, and I wanted you to drink more. If you don't like it, I won't stew it anymore in the future."

"You don't need to worry about my health."

Meng Xiyue still replied to him coldly, then turned and left the yard.

Looking at her back, Wu Feng murmured.

"How can I not worry?"

Meng Xiyue left home and went straight to the shelter in the suburbs.

Now everything is stable in the shelters, including the shelters built in various places, which have helped many homeless people.

Over the past year, glass and skin care products have brought significant changes to the economy of the entire Nanrong Kingdom.

Although they have not yet been able to touch the big pie of the aristocratic families, the money in their hands has been slowly flowing out.

At least the gap between the rich and the poor is slowly narrowing, and the lives of the poor are improving.

The establishment of the shelter also improved the status of businessmen in the hearts of the people.

Let them know that businessmen are not just profit-driven, the money she earns can also be used for charity.

Speaking of this, Meng Xiyue has another plan that is being implemented. She and Nan Rongzhi will set up a charity organization together. This organization was founded by her and the court.

This will truly enhance the status of businessmen and allow the people to see the value of businessmen.

The establishment of charitable organizations can also alleviate the current situation of empty treasury.

She had already discussed this matter with Nan Rongzhi and was just waiting for the emperor's order.

Meng Xiyue stayed in the shelter for a day, and only set out back to the city when it was getting dark.

When I arrived at the gate of Yong'an Mansion, I saw Wu Feng standing there, waiting anxiously.

Seeing her come back, he immediately greeted her with a smile.

"Why are you back so late? It's not safe outside after dark."

"Are you controlling me?"

Meng Xiyue looked at him coldly, "You seem to have forgotten that I am the master and you are just a servant."

The moment she said the word "slave", she regretted it.

The smile on Wu Feng's face froze, and a look of loneliness flashed across his eyes for a moment.

"It was Wu Feng who overstepped the line. Please forgive me, young lady."

"That's all, it won't happen again."

Meng Xiyue said somewhat unnaturally.

"Miss, are you hungry? What do you want to eat? I'll have someone prepare it for you."

Wu Feng still asked her tirelessly.

"No need, I'm not hungry, I don't want to eat anything, I want to rest, you don't have to follow me."

Meng Xiyue retorted coldly.

For some reason, facing his humble attitude, Meng Xiyue really wanted to go against him and let him know that whatever he did was useless.

But at night, Meng Xiyue regretted it. She had skipped dinner out of spite and now she was too hungry to sleep.

Hearing the steady breathing coming from the ear room, she finally didn't scream out.

She got up quietly and went to the kitchen to see if there was anything to eat.

But after searching for a long time, I couldn't find even a steamed bun.

She didn't want to do it and felt very upset. It was all Wu Feng's fault. If it weren't for her, would she have starved?

She would kick him out of the house tomorrow. When she saw his face, she was so angry that she couldn't eat.

She turned around and was about to leave, planning to go to bed hungry tonight.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she opened the kitchen door, she saw Wu Feng standing at the door with a hesitant look on his face.

"I…I…I'm sorry."

He wanted to explain something, but in the end he just apologized.

Meng Xiyue looked at him and finally said, "I'm hungry."

"I know. I asked the kitchen to leave some noodles for you. I'll go make them for you now."

As he spoke, Wu Feng walked into the kitchen and took out noodles from the bottom of a shelf.

Meng Xiyue returned to the kitchen and sat at the table beside her, watching him cut vegetables, boil water, and cook noodles with ease.

A quarter of an hour later, steaming noodles appeared in front of him.

"How does it taste?"

Wu Feng looked at her expectantly.

Meng Xiyue looked at the noodles, picked up the chopsticks, tasted a bite, and nodded, "It tastes good."

"Have you...always been able to cook?"

"Yes, I have lived alone since I was a child, so I can only cook for myself, but I can only cook simple things."

Wu Feng replied, "Eat it quickly, or it will get cold."

Meng Xiyue didn't say anything else, but just lowered her head and ate all the noodles mouthful by mouthful.

Wu Feng sat beside her, looking at her with tenderness in his eyes.

"Is it tasty?"

"Yeah, good craftsmanship."

Meng Xiyue looked up and met his affectionate gaze.

Her expression turned even colder. "Wu Feng, you follow me. Do you like me or do you want to be my disciple?"

"Both. I admire your knowledge, and I also... like you."

"Why do you like me? We haven't known each other for long and you don't know me at all."

Meng Xiyue frowned, her tone somewhat aggressive.

"I know that I am of humble status, just a fisherman, and you are a princess. My love for you is just wishful thinking. Don't worry, liking you is my own business. I just want to be by your side, and I don't ask for anything else."

"You'd better give up this idea. I don't like you. If you continue to pester me like this, the two-year agreement will be invalidated."

Meng Xiyue put down her chopsticks and wanted to get up and leave.

Wu Feng reached out and grabbed her, and asked in a panic, "Is it because I have the same face as that person?"

Meng Xiyue looked down at him and replied coldly, "Yes, when I see this face, I feel nothing but disgust."

"If this face disgusts you so much, then I don't want it."