The God-Level Prodigal Son of the Tang Dynasty

"Tomatoes are a vegetable that can be eaten raw. They taste good. You can try them." Zhao Chen said with a smile.

Regarding Li Ruoshuang, he still felt that he was more reliable than that Hongfu girl.

That old woman was simply too much, shouting and killing her at every turn.

If Empress Changsun hadn't said a lot of good things for her, how could Zhao Chen have agreed to come with her?

tomato?

Li Ruoshuang looked at Zhao Chen curiously.

This was the first time she heard this name.

It's red, a bit like a persimmon, but much larger than a persimmon.

I was a little curious, so I didn't wash it and just wiped it on my clothes casually.

He didn't shy away from Zhao Chen and took a big bite.

"Why--"

Unexpectedly, the tomato juice burst out and splashed onto Zhao Chen's clothes.

There was a red line dyed on the plain clothes, and there were some tomato seeds.

"Mr. Zhao, this..." Li Ruoshuang stood up, feeling embarrassed for a while.

As if he wanted to make up for his mistakes, he wiped away the traces on Zhao Chen's clothes with one hand.

"Ahem, I'm just here to ask, how long will the food last?" Li Shimin's words suddenly came from the door.

Before the two of them could speak, Li Shimin walked out with a strange expression on his face.

"Well, Miss Ruoshuang, you can take your hands off." Zhao Chen said softly.

"Ah——" Li Ruoshuang hurriedly retracted her hand like a rabbit that woke up.

Under the candlelight, Li Ruoshuang's face was also visible with a look of shock.

His eyes dodge, not daring to look at Zhao Chen.

But she didn't dare to run out of the kitchen now.

Who knows if His Majesty would think too much when he saw his hand touching Zhao Chen just now.

"It's okay, Miss Ruoshuang, Old Li Tou won't talk nonsense." Zhao Chen comforted him, but the work in his hands did not stop.

Lao Litou?

Li Ruoshuang was stunned.

Who in the world dares to call Emperor Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty "Lao Li Tou"?

Is this Zhao Chen crazy, or is it a slip of the tongue?

But Li Ruoshuang suddenly realized it.

Before he came, he was warned not to expose the identities of Li Shimin and Queen Changsun.

Even the identity of his mother, Hongfu Nu, cannot be revealed.

Zhao Chen only knew her identity as Li Ruoshuang.

Li Ruoshuang said nothing, biting tomatoes in her mouth, looking at Zhao Chen, wondering what she was thinking.

"Miss Ruoshuang, is the person who came with you your mother-in-law?" Zhao Chen asked without raising his head.

"Ah?" Li Ruoshuang was stunned.

Zhao Chen thought Li Ruoshuang answered him.

"You should avoid spending time with this kind of old woman who is always ready to draw a sword. She will easily learn bad things."

"If possible, ask your mother to drive her out of the house." Zhao Chen said slowly.

He has always been dissatisfied with Hong Fu Nu who used a sword to question him when she came up.

Considering that Li Ruoshuang had already eaten his own tomatoes, it was not too much to make such a request.

Li Ruoshuang almost choked to death on a tomato.

How dare she say that the woman outside who is stronger than herself is her mother.

"That Mr. Zhao, actually she was just a little impatient because of what happened to me that day. She is a very nice person and has no ill intentions towards you."

"In the car, she also told me that your paintings are excellent, far superior to the first painter Yan Liben." Li Ruoshuang defended Hongfunu.

"She has some insight." Zhao Chen stood up with a smile on his face.

The dishes are almost washed and it’s time to start cooking.

However, there will definitely be the smell of cooking fumes when cooking. Zhao Chen feels that it is a little uncomfortable to breathe today, and he knows that he must not inhale the fumes again.

"Miss Ruoshuang, how about I teach you how to cook today?" Zhao Chen looked at Li Ruoshuang and said.

"Well...I usually only know how to wield swords and guns. You said it would be no problem for me to go to the battlefield, but

This is cooking..." Li Ruoshuang hesitated.

She also didn't expect that one day she would enter the kitchen.

Nor would he have expected that a man of his own age would teach him about cooking.

"It doesn't matter, just do as I say." Zhao Chen smiled.

Li Ruoshuang frowned and wanted to ask Zhao Chen why he didn't do it himself.

But when the words came to her lips, she endured them again.

It was only the second time to meet Zhao Chen, and it was not good for him to ask too many questions.

"Heat the pot first and pour the oil in." Zhao Chen stood a little further away and directed Li Ruoshuang.

"Oh...ok!" Li Ruoshuang picked up the spoon and scooped out a full spoonful of oil.

"It's too much, go back to 80%." Zhao Chen said again.

"ah……"

Li Ruoshuang felt that the spoon in her hand was extremely heavy.

When I picked up the spatula later, it felt like I was holding a snake in my hand.

This is much more uncomfortable than holding a sword.

After the pot was cooked, a faint smell of burnt food filled the entire kitchen.

"How did I end up like this?" Seeing some blackened duck eggs on the plate, Li Ruoshuang's face flashed with a hint of displeasure.

"It's good. The first time I cooked, I was completely burnt." Zhao Chen comforted him with a smile.

Although he was so angry that he wanted to curse someone a few times, Zhao Chen still felt that it was okay for someone who had never cooked before to cook like this.

Li Ruoshuang pursed her lips and felt a little relaxed.

"I don't believe it anymore. I'll try again!" Li Ruoshuang gritted her teeth, her eyebrows showing her unwillingness to admit defeat.

"Okay." Zhao Chen smiled.

…

"Cough cough - cough cough -"

A violent cough came out of the back kitchen.

"Zhao Chen!" Queen Changsun, who was talking to Li Shimin, suddenly stood up.

"Sit down, I'll go." Li Shimin's expression changed, and he told Queen Changsun not to move, and then rushed in.

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"Ahem..."

Zhao Chen staggered out of the kitchen, with Li Shimin holding his hand on the left side and Li Ruoshuang holding his right side.

Both of them looked worried.

"Zhao Chen, how are you?" Queen Changsun trotted over with an anxious look on her face.

"Cough cough cough - I'm fine." Zhao Chen waved his hand.

"Yes...I'm sorry, I was too impatient." Li Ruoshuang supported Zhao Chen, her face full of guilt.

She was cooking with a spatula just now.

I thought that it would be much easier if I used this spatula as a long sword.

Just do it, Li Ruoshuang swung the spatula so fast.

The smoke from the chili-fried pork in the pot was so thick that Zhao Chen, who was licking the firewood behind him, choked to death.

Zhao Chen waved his hand to indicate that he was fine.

But this violent cough made his face turn pale.

It took a long time for Zhao Chen to recover, but his breathing was very heavy.

Uncle Fu stood aside, his face full of remorse and worry.

Queen Changsun never left, and kept wiping the corners of Zhao Chen's mouth with the handkerchief in her hand.

Hong Funu walked around from outside and came back, and saw Zhao Chen looking so ugly.

He secretly thought that this Zhao Chen seemed to have some energy problems.

I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed.

…

It wasn't until late at night that Zhao Chen slowly calmed down, and Queen Changsun went to rest next door.

Li Ruoshuang looked at Zhao Chen and hesitated several times.

The summer insects chirp and the stars twinkle.

Everyone had their own concerns and could not sleep for a long time.

"Boom!"

Two knocks on the door sounded outside Zhao Chen's room.

Zhao Chen looked at the door and saw Li Ruoshuang slowly walking towards him with a bowl in his hand.

"Mr. Zhao, I'm sorry for what happened today. This is the eight-treasure porridge I got from Uncle Fu. I tasted it first. It tastes good. You can fill your stomach." Li Ruoshuang stood at the door and said softly.