I went to the temple after traveling through time, and he turned out to be a monk!

Meng Ying muddleheadedly followed all Bai Zhi's requests, but couldn't spare any effort to care about her emotions.

Bai Zhi also secretly hid the emptiness that urgently needed to be filled.

She forced a smile: "Your Majesty, let's go. Father is gone, let's go cook hot pot!"

The light from the bonfire covered up Meng Ying's somewhat distracted eyes. He smiled lightly and nodded towards Bai Zhi.

Bai Zhi led him to the yard. Xiao Yang had already prepared the venison, and Lihua also prepared a set of ingredients and tools according to Bai Zhi's requirements.

Bai Zhi looked at the extremely thin slices of meat and couldn't help but give Xiao Yang a thumbs up, "High! It's really high! With your skills, why not follow me in the future? I'll give you double the salary!"

Xiao Yang fiddled with the dishes in his hand and smiled shyly, "Okay, it'll be good if I can find something to do..." This way he won't become a burden.

Xiao Yang glanced at Meng Ying leaning on the chair, letting the chair squeak loudly. He asked worriedly, "Is the prince okay?"

Bai Zhi didn't know if he was good or not. She only knew that he ignored people and changed the subject out of anger, "Xiao Yang, pass me the dish you have on hand!"

Xiao Yang was immediately diverted.

I lit the stove, set up a casserole, cleaned the bones, and threw them into the pot to cook. After a while, the soup turned milky white, with oil beads popping out, and the fragrance spread to every corner of the yard.

Bai Zhi peeked at Meng Ying from time to time and found that he was always lying on the rocking chair, rocking and shaking, and occasionally making a few remarks.

Bai Zhi felt strange, and then remembered that he said he had not bathed yesterday. Maybe he was injured and tired from the journey, so she put away her little temper and tried not to disturb him so that he could have a good rest.

Meng Ying only felt that his eyelids were heavy. He didn't want to spoil Bai Zhi's happiness, and he didn't want others to know his weakness. He could only rock the rocking chair to keep himself somewhat awake.

He opened his eyes and looked at Bai Zhi walking around the yard, dancing like a colorful butterfly, his eyes filled with hazy color.

There were ordinary conversations in my ears. Some people were talking about how to cook wild onions to make them taste better.

Compared with the life-and-death battle wrapped in power and wealth, Meng Ying liked this down-to-earth tranquility and beauty very much.

The aroma of the broth is so evocative that it feels as if just one bowl of it can bring you back to life.

Meng Ying waited quietly, waiting for this bowl of broth that brought the dead back to life.

……

After the pot was boiled, Bai Zhi sent someone to invite the three people from the Zhuo family.

Zhuo Yao felt aggrieved when he thought of the difference between the two preys. He didn't want to see Meng Ying, but because it was Bai Zhi's request, he couldn't refuse.

What's more, this title is to thank them for saving me.

However, the three Zhuo family members did not have any intention of being a lifesaver. Instead, they anxiously wanted to apologize to her.

For this reason, Zhuo Yao specially prepared good wine.

As soon as they entered the yard, they smelled the aroma of meat.

When Bai Zhi saw the person coming, she hurriedly greeted him, "Sister Ling! You are here! Sit down, sit down!"

They responded, then ran to Meng Ying and bowed in a polite manner.

Although Zhuo Yao was unwilling, he was brainwashed by Zhuo Ling and Zhuo Hong all the way, and finally compromised.

But when he finished the salute, he discovered something strange about Meng Ying. He was breathing heavily, and the smell of blood on his body couldn't be concealed.

His eyes suddenly became serious and he asked Meng Ying, "Are you injured?"

Meng Ying took advantage of the rocking chair to sit up straight in an instant, and then said with a relaxed expression, "It's just a minor injury. Don't worry about it, Your Highness."

Zhuo Yao shouted coldly, "Ha! His Highness Prince Ning is really a little too shameless. Do you think I will worry about you?"

Meng Ying chuckled, "Oh? Is that so? I thought that people who don't care often won't argue."

Zhuo Yao's mouth twitched. If he refuted, wouldn't that mean he was right? But if he didn't argue, it would be hard for him to swallow this tone.

The atmosphere was so tense right now that it was so stiff that it was hard to end!

Bai Zhi hurriedly separated the two of them and pulled them to the hot pot, "You are all my guests tonight, please don't quarrel!"

Xiao Yang was the first to nod, "Okay!"

Meng Ying was not considered a guest, so she naturally did not need to express her position.

Only Zhuo Yao always cast an inexplicable fierce look at Meng Ying.

Zhuo Ling's mood was also a bit complicated. She looked at the circle of people sitting around the hot pot. She didn't laugh, scold, or cry.

Until Bai Zhi put a piece of meat into her bowl and said, "Sister Ling, try it! You have to tell me whether it tastes good or not!"

Zhuo Ling took a mouthful and it tasted very good, but she rarely praised others. She just followed Bai Zhi's words and asked, "Why are you telling me? Can you change this pot?"

Bai Zhi smiled, "I can't change this pot, but there is still another pot! We can try more until we find something you like!"

Zhuo Ling was stunned for a moment, silently reciting those words in her heart, what do I like to eat?

Xiao Yang didn't plan to serve it. He felt that he would be happy just to sit aside and watch them eat.

But Bai Zhi didn't listen to him.

Instead, he put a small table aside, then found a big bowl, and kept adding soup and meat to the big bowl.

Xiao Yang was stunned, like a dominated puppet, being led to sit in front of the small table, but he was secretly scanning Zhuo Ling with his peripheral vision, feeling unspeakably... scared.

Bai Zhi noticed his move, then moved Xiao Ji behind her, blocking Xiao Yang with her body.

Then he whispered in Zhuo Ling's ear, "Let's keep out of sight! Sister Ling won't blame me!"

Zhuo Ling smiled, "I can't blame you for this hot pot!"

Bai Zhi gave everyone the freshly boiled venison, except for Meng Ying, because in her impression, the prince did not like meat, especially venison.

Meng Ying looked at the snow-white soup in the bowl and the two solitary scallions floating in the bowl. Even though he understood the reason, he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable.

After tasting the food, naturally it was time to drink wine. Bai Zhi poured wine for everyone and raised their glasses to thank them.

Scenes were flowing through her mind, and Bai Zhi's eyes were wet, "I was able to escape this time, thanks to all of you here. Without you, there would be no Bai Zhi today!"

These words suddenly triggered the guilt in everyone's heart.

Everyone was silent, they didn't dare to accept Bai Zhi's thanks at all.

Suddenly, Zhuo Yao raised the wine glass in his hand high, the guilt in his eyes was strong, "Bai Lianhua, you don't have to thank me. If it weren't for my own actions, you wouldn't be in this difficulty! I am the one who should apologize. !”

Zhuo Ling pressed Zhuo Yao's hand, "I have a share in tying you back to Zhuo's Mansion. I failed to protect you in Fengshan! Ah Zhi, it's me who you should blame!"

Zhuo Hong jumped out quickly, "Yes, yes, yes! I am also involved, and none of us three siblings have anything to do with it!"

Meng Ying stared at the fluttering green onions in her bowl the whole time without saying a word.

After all, if she hadn't married him, she wouldn't have come from another world to suffer this unprovoked disaster with him...

Meng Ying was actually a little envious. He envied Zhuo Yao for being able to speak his mind directly.

But at this moment, he didn't even have the attitude to say sorry to her.