My house was confiscated and I was exiled. I emptied the emperor's warehouse and fled.

Warm sunshine filtered through the morning fog and filled the entire village.

Carrying shovels, hoes and other tools, the prisoners walked out of the stockade under the supervision of officials to build epidemic prevention fortifications.

The village gradually became quiet, and we could hear the chirping of birds nearby.

Wu Shaohan was not on duty today and was walking alone on the aisles of the village, familiar with the building layout and terrain of the village.

After walking around a corner, Jiang Xiaoliu came face to face.

His leg injury is almost healed and he no longer uses crutches, but his walking posture is still somewhat unnatural.

Seeing Wu Shaohan, Jiang Xiaoliu's eyes lit up: "Brother Wu, where are you going?"

"Just walk around." Wu Shaohan glanced at the location of the opponent's leg injury, "The leg injury hasn't healed yet, so it's better to walk less."

"It's okay! It won't affect you anymore." After Jiang Xiaoliu finished speaking, he approached Wu Shaohan and whispered, "Brother Wu, let's go to the big kitchen together to see if there is any wine. After eating so much meat, we are short of wine to accompany us. I always feel like it’s missing a bit of flavor.”

Wu Shaohan frowned: "The injury is not healed yet, so don't drink."

"But this is what I like..." Jiang Xiaoliu gradually stopped talking under Wu Shaohan's deep eyes.

Seeing his aggrieved look, Wu Shaohan felt soft in his heart: "When you are well, I will drink with you."

"Okay! Then we made an agreement, we won't come back until we get drunk!" Jiang Xiaoliu's mood came and went quickly, and he became enthusiastic again.

Wu Shaohan smiled and nodded, "I'll ask Zhao Yongfu later if he can make some fruit drinks."

"Fruit drinks are also good!" Jiang Xiaoliu praised and said with emotion: "That Zhao Yongfu deserves to be the imperial chef. Last night he brought a plate of duck meat. The presentation and taste were... What a pity..." There was only one plate, and my uncle and the others snatched it all up after just a few bites."

Wu Shaohan couldn't help but laugh when he saw his regretful look.

"By the way, Brother Wu, is Zhao Yongfu also responsible for your meals?"

"should be."

Jiang Xiaoliu said excitedly: "Then I will have dinner with you from now on!"

Seeing that he was not polite at all, Wu Shaohan couldn't help but smile and shook his head: "We have a large number of people, and we cook a big pot of food."

Jiang Xiaoliu's interest continued: "Just tell me how it tastes!"

"Not bad." Even though Wu Shaohan is not particular about what he eats, his taste buds will still give him the true feeling.

The imperial chef, who represents the highest level of cooking skills in the entire Dazhou, truly combines the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought and can make simple home-cooked dishes unusually delicious.

"That's alright, let's go! Let's go to the warehouse in the big kitchen to see if there are any delicious ingredients and move them to the main house." Jiang Xiaoliu eagerly led the way.

The limping and jumping look made Wu Shaohan's eyebrows jump. He stretched out an arm and said, "Hold me along, don't hurt your legs."

Jiang Xiaoliu smiled and thanked him, put his hand on his strong arm, and took the pressure off his injured leg.

Wu Shaohan took care of him and walked extremely slowly.

When arriving at the warehouse, there was a push cart at the door, and Zhao Yongfu was carrying ingredients.

Seeing Wu Shaohan and Jiang Xiaoliu, he quickly put down the sack in his hand and bowed, "Master Wu, Master Jiang Cha."

Wu Shaohan and Jiang Xiaoliu returned the favor.

Then, Wu Shaohan said: "Zhao Yuchu, from now on Jiang Xiaoliu will dine with us, please cook more meals."

"Yes, I have written it down." Zhao Yongfu knew that Wu Shaohan was General Qin's personal guard, and his words almost represented General Qin's words, and he followed them everywhere.

Wu Shaohan asked about the fruits currently in reserve. After learning that there were apples, berries, oranges, etc., he asked Zhao Yongfu to make fruit drinks.

Zhao Yongfu wondered: "These fruits are only about ten kilograms in reserve. I'm afraid they are not enough."

In the past, almost all the people in the mountains were men, and few liked to eat fruits. The current reserves were brought back by the boss for his wives and concubines.

"It doesn't matter, just do one person's share." Wu Shaohan said.

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Xiaoliu, who was looking at the supplies beside the cart, raised his head and looked sideways: "And Mrs. Qin, please make some orange juice and serve it to her. She will definitely like it."

Two days ago, Jiang Xiaoliu saw Su Yunwan drinking extremely concentrated wild orange juice, which made him more sure of his suspicion. Now when he mentioned making juice, he added a casual sentence.

Zhao Yongfu said: "I have seen those oranges, they are not ripe yet, they will probably be sour."

"It doesn't matter, Madam likes to eat sour food."

Wu Shaohan also thought about the wild oranges and nodded.

Only then did Zhao Yongfu agree.

The three of them entered the warehouse. Jiang Xiaoliu looked around and discussed the lunch dishes with Zhao Yongfu.

Suddenly, he stopped talking and looked at the only covered jar among the pile of supplies: "What is that?"

"There is only a small jar of pickled cabbage left in the old jar." Zhao Yongfu explained.

Jiang Xiaoliu immediately stepped forward and picked it up, saying, "Then move it away and put it on the main table of the Qin family for Mrs. Qin to eat."

Wu Shaohan tasted an unusual feeling from his words, but he had a flash of inspiration but failed to catch it.

"I'll come." Wu Shaohan took the vegetable jar and carried it to the cart.

Soon, the cart was filled with things. Zhao Yongfu pushed the cart and gradually left.

Wu Shaohan looked at his back, thoughtfully, and suddenly asked: "Xiao Liu, sauerkraut is not a rare ingredient, how could you think of supplying it exclusively to Madam?"

Jiang Xiaoliu smiled and said: "Hey, I guessed that Madam is pregnant. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

"What did you say? Pregnant?" Wu Shaohan looked surprised. Even though he had already heard clearly, he still sought confirmation.

"Why, you don't know?" Jiang Xiaoliu's smile froze.

In an instant, he slapped himself on the forehead and said with an annoyed look on his face: "It's broken, maybe I made a mistake. I heard from Mrs. Qin that her taste has become strange recently, and seeing that she likes to eat sour food, I thought of the pregnant sour child. The hot girl’s theory is right, oh, look at what a mess this is!”

Wu Shaohan listened to his words, his brain was working rapidly, and the scene of Su Yunwan holding a feast on the top of the mountain without drinking came to his mind.

"Xiao Liu, I have something to go back to my house, so I'll take a step first." Wu Shaohan finished speaking quickly, turned around and strode away, not forgetting to remind him, "Remember, don't drink until you are healed."

Jiang Xiaoliu's shoulders drooped and he looked disappointed. Suddenly his pupils widened: Could it be that Mrs. Qin was really pregnant, but no one noticed it? !