Pampered By All In Different Planes-Chapter 145 - : The Lucky Star Farmer is Unperturbed, The Husband with No Heirs is Busy Chasing His Wife 5

Chapter 145: Chapter 145: The Lucky Star Farmer is Unperturbed, The Husband with No Heirs is Busy Chasing His Wife 5

Even Fu Huaichu had not anticipated that one day he, the Crown Prince, would personally cook.

Moreover, it was in the countryside, for a commoner girl, as they both sat together at a table for the meal.

If the people of the Capital City knew about this, they would certainly be shocked speechless.

Some time ago, Fu Huaichu watched Su Zhiruan busily rushing about each day, he could’ve ignored it, letting her be.

But inadvertently, he overheard her sighing that Brother Erniu was very gentle, if he could remember the past, he would surely live a harmonious life with her, working together in unity.

Fu Huaichu found a reason, he couldn’t let Su Zhiruan detect any flaws, he still needed to stay here, so he had to pretend as much as possible to be that Su Erniu who she had never met but only existed in her words.

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He had wanted to farm and gather herbs with her, but all those ideas were vetoed by Su Zhiruan, using his need to recuperate as an excuse.

In the end, he, the Crown Prince, actually stayed and cooked for the two of them each day like a little housewife.

He moved his chopsticks but didn’t pick up any food as his heart recalled the moments, and his gaze turned towards Su Zhiruan.

She seemed to be in a good mood, eating heartily while giving a thumbs-up, “Brother Erniu, I never expected you to be so talented at cooking—it’s really delicious!”

Her praise came from the heart, the rice porridge was fragrant, soft, and melted in the mouth, infused with the aroma of rice. The vegetables were fresh and refreshing, and each bite felt rejuvenating, leaving a lingering fragrance. The egg custard didn’t contain a single bubble, and scooping a spoonful revealed its smooth and creamy texture topped with some green onions, and the sauce was extremely flavorful, delicious enough to make one bite their tongue off.

Fu Huaichu looked at the girl’s sparkling eyes, picked up a piece of green vegetable, and suddenly said, “I’ve never cooked before.”

Su Zhiruan thought to herself that it would be surprising if he had cooked, considering the Crown Prince, grown amongst the nobility of the Imperial Palace, the future ruler of the Wang Dynasty— even if he personally cooked, who would dare to eat it?

But outwardly, Su Zhiruan feigned shock, “Brother Erniu, your talent in this area isn’t low at all, I can’t believe your cooking is so excellent from the start, anyone who ends up with you is truly fortunate.”

Fu Huaichu felt a bit happier, he and Su Zhiruan sat together and finished the meal. Afterward, Su Zhiruan took the initiative to clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

“Brother Erniu, I’ll change your dressing later; you go back first.” Su Zhiruan washed the dishes quickly while instructing Fu Huaichu.

Seeing him nod slightly, he then walked into the room, and only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.

To the uninformed outsider, it might seem that they were living together, working from sunrise to sunset, and any discerning person might think they were a married couple.

But perhaps only she knew that all of this was a pretense they both conjured.

Su Zhiruan managed to keep this distinguished Crown Prince by pretending he was her cousin, and Fu Huaichu, whether to recuperate or perhaps to avoid someone, went along with her claim and assumed the cousin identity.

She was just a farmer’s daughter, while Fu Huaichu was the Crown Prince, if he were to return to the Capital City, back to the Eastern Palace, then her task would become significantly more challenging.

Better to complete the task as quickly as possible while she had the chance, and conceive his child.

After Su Zhiruan finished washing the dishes and cleaned up the stove, she wiped her hands, took the medicine powder, and cotton cloth, and went back to the room.

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With the “creak” of the door, the first thing she saw was Fu Huaichu, standing tall and straight in front of her herb drawers.

Even in such a setting, wearing such clothes, his handsomeness was difficult to conceal.

He was tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His hair was tied up, his brows and eyes as clear as the moon and stars, and even his lips had a pleasing shape. Under his eye was a mole, not very noticeable, visible only upon close inspection. His nose was high and his facial features were distinct.

“Brother Erniu, lie down quickly, I’m going to change your dressing,” Su Zhiruan approached him, raising the cotton cloth and small bottle of medicine powder in her hand, “Has it been feeling better recently?”

“Much better,” Fu Huaichu sat on the bed and moved his arm, “It’s just that my hand is bleeding.”

“Ah?” Su Zhiruan glanced over and noticed that fresh blood was seeping from the sword wound on her right arm, staining the cotton fabric. She immediately sat beside Fu Huaichu, “Brother Erniu, raise your arm a bit higher, it can help slow down the bleeding.”

Fu Huaichu did as advised and raised his arm.

Su Zhiruan sat next to him, especially the act of bandaging his arm brought the two of them quite close together.

In that moment, when Fu Huaichu looked down, he could see the wooden hairpin in her hair bun and smell the faint scent of herbs coming from her.

She was very plain, not even wearing a single piece of suitable gold or silver jewelry. Since he had met her, it seemed she always used the same wooden hairpin to neatly twist her dark hair up, not a strand out of place, yet her exposed, snow-white neck was slender, as if one could easily encircle her entire being with just a stretch of the hand.

Their proximity was so close that he could distinctly feel her gentle movements as she slowly bandaged his arm wound, quickly stopping the blood and applying the medicinal powder before wrapping it with the cotton fabric.

His breathing suddenly became a bit rapid.

And before today, he hadn’t had these messy thoughts, but now…

Fu Huaichu looked at Su Zhiruan who was all seriousness when busy, a sight that inevitably fascinated him.

“Can I lower my arm now?” he searched for a topic and asked, turning his head away as he forced himself to stay calm.

After she finished bandaging, Su Zhiruan nodded with a smile, “You can lower it now.”

Then, Fu Huaichu slowly lowered his arm, and at that moment—

He inadvertently touched the girl’s cheek.

In that second, he was stunned, then looked towards Su Zhiruan, “Sorry.”

“It’s nothing, it’s nothing,” Su Zhiruan didn’t mind as she stood up and sat on the other side of Fu Huaichu, preparing to bandage his other arm, “Raise your arm, it’s bleeding too.”

“Alright.” Fu Huaichu complied, then lifted his arm.

The room was very quiet at this moment, so much so that one could only hear their shallow breathing.

Fu Huaichu stroked his fingertips.

The soft touch from just a moment ago still lingered in his hand.

Her cheek was soft, like the smoothest silk, warm and gentle as if it were fragrant jade.

The warm and tender touch was so unexpected that it reminded him of the cat in the Eastern Palace.

Su Zhiruan was slim, yet her cheeks bore some baby fat, making them look round and delicate, akin to a petite, exquisite oval face. She naturally had a smiling face, attractive and charming, even her eyes were harmless almond-shaped, instantly endearing her to anyone who saw them.

And at this moment, that was exactly what Fu Huaichu thought.

For an instant, his mind conjured things he had never considered before—if her cheeks were this soft, then…

Fu Huaichu looked at the girl who was currently focused on bandaging his arm, his gaze gradually darkening.

If life were to go on like this, with her.

What would that scene look like?