The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 893

Chapter 893: 411 Ahen (third watch)

Xiao Liulang glanced at him, "Are you sure you want to eat what I make?"

Little Jingkong choked and stuttered, "Then, then maybe not."

The brother-in-law’s cooking was too awful, he could stand to be hungry a little longer.

Little Jingkong’s stomach rumbled loudly, eating candies and pastries didn’t fill him up, after all, he was a child with a large appetite, or else he wouldn’t have fought over food with the other little monks.

Xiao Liulang still went to the kitchen and cooked him a bowl of Vegetable and Egg Noodles.

Looking at the dark noodles on the table, Little Jingkong internally rejected them.

Xiao Liulang handed him the chopsticks, "Eat."

Sitting in his own chair with a small crossbar in front of him, Little Jingkong didn’t immediately take the chopsticks, but instead looked earnestly at Xiao Liulang, "I just want to ask you, would you eat this bowl of noodles yourself?"

Xiao Liulang spoke indifferently, "It’s not me whose stomach is growling right now."

Little Jingkong hung his head, the bad brother-in-law made such a reasonable point that he found himself speechless.

Eventually, hunger prevailed.

"Sigh." Little Jingkong sighed, stretched out his small hand to take the chopsticks, and resignedly started to eat.

It wasn’t actually far from mealtime, but Xiao Liulang wasn’t hungry; however, he didn’t let Little Jingkong sit alone in the hall to eat.

He moved Little Jingkong, chair and all, into the Study Room. He did his own eating, he did his own Arithmetic.

Halfway through eating, Little Jingkong suddenly looked at Xiao Liulang with deep resentment, "Can I ask you a question?"

"Speak," Xiao Liulang didn’t look up, continuing with the Arithmetic problems in his hands.

Little Jingkong, full of curiosity, asked, "How do you manage to make every meal even worse than the last?"

Xiao Liulang gave him a glance and shamelessly said, "Effort, just cook well."

Little Jingkong: "..."

Little Jingkong admitted to himself he couldn’t learn this skill, because the sweet potatoes he roasted at the age of three already tasted better than anything his bad brother-in-law made.

Little Jingkong had developed the good habit of not wasting food in the temple; no matter how bad the taste, he would grit his teeth and finish eating as long as he had taken it for himself.

"Are you full?" Xiao Liulang looked at the dark empty bowl in front of him and asked.

Little Jingkong pursed his lips, his expression solemn, "With your cooking being so terrible, do you really expect someone to ask for a second bowl... Alright then, congratulations, you’ve achieved your wish."

Alas, he had no choice even though he wasn’t full!

Xiao Liulang knew that the little monk’s stomach wouldn’t be easily satisfied, so he had also steamed Dried Meat, corn cobs, and sweet potatoes for him in the pot, which should be about ready by now.

He took the empty bowl away from Little Jingkong and brought over steamed Dried Meat, corn, and sweet potatoes from the kitchen.

Little Jingkong crossed his arms and turned his face away, "I don’t want this plate."

He had very pretty tableware!

Xiao Liulang said indifferently, "You’re still being picky? Eat it or not, I won’t indulge you."

Little Jingkong began eating reluctantly, pouting, "Without Jiaojiao, a child is just like a blade of grass!"

Xiao Liulang: "..."