The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space
Chapter 432: Foodie (Update 17)_1

Chapter 432: Chapter 432: Foodie (Update 17)_1

"Yong is his courtesy name, given to him by the Crown Prince—usually, only people who are close to him know it." Gu Qingheng smiled, "His name is Qi Jingyi and people call him Prince Yi or the Eighth Prince."

"I knew it..." Yang Ruxin let out a breath, "otherwise it wouldn’t have been so straightforward..."

"Don’t feel burdened, I’m here for everything." Gu Qingheng looked at Yang Ruxin with a serious expression. His eyes were unfocused, but he still tried hard to keep them wide open.

"Thank you, Gu Qingheng." Yang Ruxin’s heart was genuinely warm. She walked over and gently placed her hand on his eyes. This man always thought of her first and trusted her unconditionally, "What would I have done if I hadn’t met you?"

"Everything is arranged by the heavens." Gu Qingheng raised his hand to hold Yang Ruxin’s, "It’s our destiny to meet, if not at this time, then at some other time..."

Yang Ruxin smiled, lowered her head, and kissed Gu Qingheng’s forehead: "Gu Qingheng, get well soon."

"Aiya, not good, he’s going to get a sty..." Suddenly, an exaggerated shout came from the doorway.

Yang Ruxin’s face turned red in an instant. She turned her head and saw Dao Xuzi jumping up and down at the doorway, holding his eyes. Despite his show, he was far from the frailty of an old man.

Gu Qingheng also felt somewhat embarrassed.

"What happened? What’s the matter?" Sanni and Zhou Xiao rushed over together.

"It’s nothing." Yang Ruxin had already calmed down and glanced at Dao Xuzi, "He’s sleepwalking."

"Ah?" Sanni and Zhou Xiao looked at Dao Xuzi in surprise, "Sleepwalking without even sleeping first?"

"That means his brain is waterlogged." Yang Ruxin rolled her eyes, "Hurry up and set the tableware, we’re about to eat, and as for anyone who makes a fuss, they won’t be eating tonight..."

Dao Xuzi shivered under the gaze and hastily chuckled, "Heihei, whoever kicks up a fuss goes hungry! Let’s hurry and set the tableware..." Then he grabbed a handful of chopsticks and walked out.

Gu Qingheng chuckled: "Xinxin, you really have a way with things."

"It’s not about me having a way, but the charm of good food." Yang Ruxin said as she sprinkled the finely chopped green onions into the pot. After stirring it, a strong fragrance filled the air, "From consuming raw meat and blood in ancient times to cooking rice, and now evolving to frying and deep-frying, people are always busy for food..."

Gu Qingheng seemed thoughtful.

"That old man is simply a foodie, and you’ll never understand the world of a foodie..."

"Foodie?" Gu Qingheng rolled the word around, "That’s quite apt."

"Exactly." Yang Ruxin grinned smugly, then started calling people over to serve the dishes and start the meal.

Although Fang Tianze didn’t eat much, many of the things were new to him, and it was his first time sitting together with so many people and seeing a revolving table, so, unusually, he ate almost half a bowl of rice.

It almost brought tears of joy to Liuyun’s eyes.

"Poor child..." Xun Hui’s eyes reddened.

Yet Yang Ruxin glanced at Dao Xuzi, who was busily eating, and wondered if the old man had diagnosed Fang Tianze’s illness. Then she knocked on the table: "Divine Doctor, can you tell anything about his condition?"

Dao Xuzi looked up at Yang Ruxin: "If you want me to treat him, just say so. Why test me? You’re not being honest, girl..."