Chapter 332: Chapter 333: Cooking Personally Chapter 332: Chapter 333: Cooking Personally “Yishan!”
Li Yuan immediately called out to her, catching a glimpse of Qin Sijue’s facial expression from the corner of his eye.
He knew Qin Sijue very well. From the moment he had wanted to lay hands on Nangong Feifei, it was enough to prove how much he cared for that child and Qiangwei. No one ever wants to lose a child, and he might be suffering more than anyone else.
Plus, with Qiangwei in her current state, her words were just adding insult to injury. One wrong move, and it could very well set Sijue off.
“What are you doing, what I said was the truth!” Huo Yishan glared at Li Yuan, well aware that he was warning her to keep some thoughts to herself.
But she simply couldn’t hold back her anger, especially considering that Qiangwei’s injury and the miscarriage had both occurred right under his watch.
Staring at Huo Yishan, a flicker of fury swirled within Qin Sijue’s eyes, but he eventually suppressed it.
“There won’t be a next time!”
Leaving those words behind, he strode toward the second floor, speaking without turning back, “Butler Qin, see the guests out!”
The message was clear: he was capable of taking care of Qiangwei himself, and he needed no outsiders.
Having been given the marching orders, knowing his temper, Li Yuan quickly led Huo Yishan out of Jueyuan.
Having lost a child and with Qiangwei injured, his mood was foul enough already!
Although reluctant, Huo Yishan seemed to understand a bit of Qin Sijue’s feelings and didn’t put up any useless resistance, following Li Yuan out of Jueyuan.
Upon reaching the second floor, his steps were light.
And since the master bedroom was carpeted with Persian Carpets, his entrance was entirely silent.
On the bed, Qiangwei was lying with her eyes gently closed.
Seeing her , Qin Sijue wanted to speak, but ultimately he said nothing, just standing still, watching her for several minutes before finally turning to leave the room.
Time moved on to 12 PM.
He walked downstairs and headed straight into the kitchen.
Apart from eating and drinking, he hardly ever entered the kitchen.
“Young Master, do you need anything?”
Butler Qin approached, thinking he came as usual for a drink or something else, but seeing him lingering in the kitchen, his dark eyes scanning around as if searching for something.
Butler Qin was taken aback by his sudden question.
Rice? What did he want with rice?
Although puzzled, Butler Qin still went to the cabinet next to the fridge, opened the door, and looked at Qin Sijue, “The rice is here, Young Master. What are you doing?”
Qin Sijue stood still, a slight frown on his brow, his eyes downturned, seemingly thinking about something.
“Prepare the rice, lean meat, century eggs, and an old hen for me.”
Butler Qin was surprised, looking at the serious expression on Qin Sijue’s face.
What was the Young Master up to?
He dared not ask further and soon prepared the items needed, then instructed a servant to go buy a free-range chicken.
Returning to the kitchen, he found Qin Sijue washing the meat under the faucet, rinsing it back and forth relentlessly.
After thoroughly washing it, he placed it on the chopping board and started slicing it…
Butler Qin was truly puzzled, not understanding what he was planning to do, but it seemed that he was preparing to cook?
But the Young Master cooking…
Had he misunderstood, or was it just a trick of his aging eyesight?
“Young Master, what are you doing?”
Butler Qin walked over, unable to hold back his question.
“Making century egg and lean meat porridge.”
Qin Sijue replied while carefully cutting the meat into small cubes.
Butler Qin’s gaze fell upon the irregularly sized meat pieces, looking somewhat distressing.