Five Years Later, She Bombarded the Palace with a Miniature Version of the Regent

Chapter 211 - 211: The Prince Regent Is Personally Cooking

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Yu Yunxi glanced at the little bun and said lightly, “Nonsense. I’m not a petty person.”

Feng Yili’s expression darkened, and he asked in a low voice, ‘So… are you very generous in this kind of matter?”

Yu Yunxi coughed lightly. Her expression was slightly awkward as she tried to explain, “That’s not what I meant. I…”

Before she could finish speaking, a certain Prince Regent suddenly said, “I’m hungry.”

“Huh?” Yu Yunxi looked at him in confusion, not quite knowing what he meant.

“Mother, what Father meant is that he’s hungry, and he wants something to eat,” the little bun whispered.

“I’ll get the cook to make you something, ” Yu Yunxi said, turning around to go to the kitchen.

Feng Yili:

“That’s not what I meant,” Feng Yili said in a low voice.

‘If that’s not what he meant, then what did he mean?’

Yu Yunxi was even more confused.

The little bun shook his head helplessly.

‘Why is Father so stuffy? He should just say it directly if he wants to eat the food that Mother cooks. Also, why is Mother so obtuse? It seems like I have no choice but to intervene…’

After sighing inwardly, the little bun rubbed his stomach and said with an aggrieved expression on his face, “Mother, I’m so hungry. I want to eat the food you cook. Can you cook something for me?”

“Are you sure you want me to cook for you?” Yu Yunxi asked the little bun in a strange tone.

The little bun nodded seriously. “Of course.”

“Alright, both of you go ahead. I’ll go to the kitchen,” Yu Yunxi said with a

frown before she made her way to the kitchen.

Feng Yili looked at the little bun from the corners of his eyes and asked in a low voice, “Why does your mother look so strange?”

The little bun scratched his head and said softly, “I don’t know either. However, for as long as I can remember, Mother almost never cooked…’

‘Is that so?’ Feng Yili could not help but feel slightly uneasy. He hugged the little bun tightly and quickly chased after Yu Yunxi.

When the father and son arrived at the kitchen door, they saw Yu Yunxi staring blankly at a pile of things.

Yu Yunxi held something in her right and left hands as she muttered gloomily, “What are these things for? Forget it. Let’s just give it a try. I don’t know what they like to eat so I’ll just throw everything into the pot.”

Yu Yunxi quickly started cooking after she finished speaking.

Feng Yili and the little bun exchanged a look before they stood at the door and watched as Yu Yunxi worked.

After a long while, Yu Yunxi picked up a can of something and muttered, “Is this salt or sugar? Forget it. Let’s just try it.” After that, she emptied half the can into the pot.

Feng Yili:

The little bun: .

After a beat, the little bun whispered into Feng Yili’s ear, “Father, I just want to say that Mother is very skilled in brewing medicine.”

To give his words credence, the little bun even raised his hand to swear. At this moment, they heard Yu Yunxi exclaim, sounding vexed, “Oh, no! It’s burnt!”

When she lifted the lid of the pot, she discovered that everything inside was burnt.

When the little bun and Feng Yili smelled the burnt smell, they were confused. “What’s Mother cooking?” the little bun asked in a low voice.

“I think… she’s making soup. She threw all kinds of ingredients into the pot to stew them…” Feng Yili replied solemnly.

The little bun: .

Yu Yunxi was still wondering what to do when Feng Yili strode into the kitchen with the little bun. He placed the little bun on a stool before he quickly walked to Yu Yunxi’s side and said, “Let me do it.”

As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong arms.

“Eh? Why are you here?” Yu Yunxi asked, surprised. Then, she said awkwardly,

“Uh, both of you should wait outside. The soup will be ready soon.”

Yu Yunxi tried to push Feng Yili out, but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the little bun’s side before making her take a seat. He said hoarsely, “I’ll cook. Both of you just need to wait.”

“But 1…”

“Listen to me. You’re helping me by sitting down,” Feng Yili said as he glanced at the pot of burnt soup from the corners of his eyes.

Yu Yunxi and the little bun sat on the chairs and looked at Feng Yili curiously.

Feng Yili first checked what ingredients were still available. However, after searching for a while, he found that most of the ingredients had been wasted by Yu Yunxi.

“There are ingredients for me to make wontons, I’ll make them for you.”

Feng Yili nimbly poured water into the pot before boiling it. Then, he quickly and skillfully minced the meat with a knife.

Yu Yunxi was stunned by his nimble movements. She asked, puzzled, “Where did you learn how to cook?”

“I stayed in the military camp for many years. Jiang Ying and the others were often not by my side. If I didn’t know how to cook, I would’ve starved to death a long time ago,” Feng Yili replied in a low voice.

‘I see…’

Yu Yunxi and the little bun nodded in understanding.

The little bun rubbed his hands together and asked softly, “Mother, don’t you think someone who knows how to cook is very charming?”

“Yes.” Yu Yunxi nodded quickly. Then, she looked at the little bun’s bright eyes and asked, “Junjin, you suddenly said that… Could it be that you want to be like your father in the future?”

Feng Yili was proficient in both literature and martial arts, and he was also skilled at cooking. If the little bun was like him, the little bun would probably be very outstanding.

“Of course. I want to learn how to cook too! With that, you don’t have to cook anymore, Mother. When you were cooking earlier, I was very worried that you’d injure yourself,” the little bun said seriously.

“You were watching earlier?” Yu Yunxi asked, shocked. The shock was very quickly replaced by gloom.

‘This means that they saw that embarrassing situation earlier?’

Seeing how upset his mother was, the little bun quickly comforted her. “Mother, don’t be unhappy. Father and I didn’t think less of you. Everyone has something they’re not good at..

Seeing how serious the little bun was, Yu Yunxi said guiltily, “Junjin, actually, there’s something that Mother hasn’t told you. Previously, I thought that if we were to leave the King of Xinan’s Residence one day, it’d be difficult for us to survive without a cook. Therefore, I already found a chef to teach you how to cook when you turn six.” The little bun: ???

Feng Yili, who was cooking: .