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After Reincarnating, an Evil Consort Only Wants to Torture Scums - Chapter 624 629:
"The maidservant saw the fresh seafood in the small kitchen, so she specially cooked a pot of seafood porridge for the young lady. This thing is rare, and I won't see it often, can the young lady pay you back?" Yunlu said with a smile.
Lu Xiang stared in surprise: "Auntie, you use such expensive things to make porridge for me. Your mother knows, won't you?"
In the previous life, the Xiao family was rich, and seafood was rare, but with Xiao Muheng's status at that time, it was still available.
But this is in the palace.
She can't take herself too seriously and use the things from the empress at will.
Yun Lu didn't care, winked at Lu Xiang and smiled and said, "No matter how expensive and rare seafood is, it's not as important as you, Miss. As long as Miss likes and wants, Your Majesty will send it to Miss."
This is the empress's love for Miss San.
Although they are not mother and daughter, they are more biological.
She has been with the empress for so many years, even if she is now serving the third lady and not in the palace, she is one of the people who knows the empress best.
Mere seafood is nothing at all.
"Miss, don't stand still, hurry up and sit in the hall." Yunlu said, and urged again.
"What seafood?"
At this time, Song Zhenzhen's doubtful voice came from the hall, and then she was seen appearing at the door, and when she saw the aroma bubbling from the pot in Yunlu's hand, her eyes tightened.
So it is really the seafood she understands.
For so many years, she has never eaten the seafood in Jingren Palace. Every time, the Empress ordered someone to send it to Anguo Gong’s Mansion, but today Yunlu actually made a pot with her own hands in order to please Lu Xiang...
Song Zhenzhen felt like her heart was about to burst.
"Miss Biao." Yun Lu called out respectfully, but did not answer Song Zhenzhen's words.
Seeing this, Song Zhenzhen suppressed her displeasure, and said, "Aunt Yunlu, I just heard what you said, and it seems that the empress did not give orders. If the empress blames this, sister Xiang'er will not be able to bear it."
Her words of concern were filled with jealousy that could not be concealed.
Yun Lu pursed her lips, wanting to say that the Empress has always let the third lady treat Jingren Palace as her home, and would not blame her for such a thing, but thinking of Song Zhenzhen's identity, she knew that if she said that, she might be ashamed. It is necessary to make Miss Biao feel unhappy and complain to Miss San.
But Yunlu's silence made Song Zhenzhen feel guilty.
It was just a mouthful of turbid air, and even more unwilling emotions swept through the whole body like a gust of wind.
She seemed to have heard about a nap just now, so Lu Xiang entered the palace earlier than her, and she even had lunch with the queen, so that she fell asleep in the side hall before she came.
Lu Xiang...
How can she let the queen treat her so favorably...
Song Zhenzhen clenched her fists tightly, and soon said with a sweet smile: "Young lady has not woken up from her afternoon nap, but Miss Yunlu said that it was made for her, and we will all keep it secret."
She sold it around a corner, so that Yunlu would remember this favor.
The corners of Yunlu's mouth twitched slightly, she was a little speechless about Song Zhenzhen's good feeling about herself, and was about to explain clearly when she heard Empress Song's faint voice.
"Why are you standing at the door and not going in?"
When everyone saw this, they saluted one after another.
Song Zhenzhen glanced at Yunlu intentionally, then walked to Empress Song's side with great demeanor, and said affectionately: "Auntie, Zhenzhen smelled the fragrance, don't you see Aunt Yunlu?" Seafood porridge specially made for you."
"I don't like to eat seafood, this is what I ordered for Xiangxiang to cook." Empress Song said.
Song Zhenzhen's smiling expression froze immediately after hearing this, because she was so shocked that she forgot to hide it.
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