RPAGF Chapter 138 Let's eat grilled fish instead!
Chapter 138 Let's eat grilled fish instead!
After a long while, she mustered her courage, stepped firmly into the stirrups, and leaped forward with all her might with her left leg...
Just like in the TV series, the moment she landed, someone let go of her left hand that was holding hers, and instantly wrapped his arms around her soft and slender waist, embracing her warm and fragrant body.
"Yan'er~" He hugged Xin Moyan tightly, his right hand covered in blood so as not to soil her clothes. He held her tightly with one hand, his chin resting on the back of her head, greedily inhaling her scent, a faint fragrance of a young woman.
"Wang... Yuan Huaixuan, let me go."
Xin Moyan's face was pressed against his chest, feeling his strong heartbeat, and two blushes inexplicably appeared on her cheeks.
He calmed down a bit, then released his embrace. Xin Moyan's cheeks were flushed red in the moonlight, and she didn't dare to look up at him. Seeing this, his eyes were filled with even more doting affection.
"I'm warning you, don't you dare lay a hand on me."
"Yan'er, you asked me to catch you just now, and instead of thanking me, you're blaming me?"
"You..." Xin Moyan was speechless, but what he said was true, "Alright, you should clean your wound quickly!"
He chuckled softly and stopped teasing her. He didn't want Yan'er to get really angry. He walked to the shore, squatted down, and prepared to wash his right hand in the water.
"and many more!"
She quickly walked over, grabbed Yuan Huaixuan's right hand, and asked with a frown, "Are you planning to clean it like this?"
"if not?"
"There are so many microorganisms underwater, mostly bacteria. Forget about disinfection, it will definitely cause infection even faster. They really have no common sense at all."
He was a little confused and asked curiously, "Yan'er, what are bacteria? What is disinfection?"
Xin Moyan scratched her hair in frustration, not knowing how to explain. What's the use of being good-looking? In the end, she's still just an ancient person who doesn't understand anything. What a hassle!
"Your Highness, is there any way you can light a fire so I can boil the water? I need to use boiled water to wash the wound so it will help it heal."
"Fire?" He paused for a moment, then swept up his sleeves and used his inner strength to gather the dry branches and fallen leaves on the ground into a pile. He then picked up a tinderbox, and the temperature around him rose considerably.
The bamboo house was pitch black and had a somewhat eerie atmosphere. She asked someone to lead her inside. Although it was small, it had everything she needed. The house didn't look like it had ever been lived in, but it had all sorts of tools. She found a small pot, filled it with some water, moved two stones, and put the water on the fire to boil.
She also borrowed two bamboo stools from the house. While waiting for the water to boil, the two sat facing each other in silence. However, as soon as it quieted down, Xin Moyan's stomach started rumbling loudly. She awkwardly covered her stomach, but there was no way to turn off the mute.
"Haha~"
"What's so funny? I haven't eaten much today, no wonder my stomach is telling me."
Before long, the water was boiled. Xin Moyan told him to put the pot on the ground and wait for the water to cool down before washing his hands.
"Yan'er, would you like to eat fish?"
"Ok?"
She squatted on the ground and looked up when she heard this. She saw a tall figure casting a long shadow in the moonlight.
Yuan Huaixuan strode to the shore, his wide robe sweeping across the water with a series of loud 'bang, bang, bang' sounds, splashing water across the silvery lake surface and creating countless waves.
In an instant, several plump fish leaped out of the water, and with another flick of his wrist, they were all flung onto the shore.
Xin Moyan was completely dumbfounded. This operation was like watching a fantasy movie. But then she thought, if he had such internal strength, why didn't he attack from a distance? Instead, he fought those assassins with his bare hands.
"Yan'er, what are you thinking about?"
"No, Your Highness, your skills are excellent!" She hurried over, squatted down, and looked at the several large fish that were still thrashing about, and couldn't help but nod in praise.
His gaze followed Xin Moyan's movements downwards, his eyes filled with doting affection.
Before he could speak, Xin Moyan continued, "Your Highness, if you go bankrupt in the future, with your fishing skills, you definitely won't starve. You might even be able to open a fish stall."
"...Yan'er, let's eat grilled fish instead!"
He was always impressed by Xin Moyan's wildly imaginative and silly ideas. Even if he were just an ordinary, idle prince, how could he have fallen so low as to sell fish?
Given that the person was a patient, and that the wound was so severe because of her, Xin Moyan took the initiative to take on the task of processing the fish. She borrowed a small knife from him and squatted down to diligently scrape off the fish scales.
"Yan'er can cook fish? How do you know to scrape the scales?" He stood behind Xin Moyan, watching her movements with curiosity and many doubts. She was a princess who had been pampered since childhood. Xin Moling would never let her cook. How could Yan'er know to scrape the scales first?
"No way! My mom knows how to make it. Her pickled fish is so delicious. I used to watch her make it. My mom taught me to use chopsticks to hold the fish head in place so it would be easier to scrape off the scales. But this is my first time making it myself!"
The bamboo house had everything except bowls and chopsticks, so she picked up a twig, washed it, and stuck it into the fish's mouth. As she scraped the fish scales, she muttered to herself.
"Your mother? Who is she?"
"..." Xin Moyan paused, looking at the fish in her hand that was not yet cleaned. She thought of her happy life in the modern world. Her parents must be very sad. She wondered if they were doing well now.
"Yan'er?" Seeing her forlorn expression, her eyes gradually turning sad and melancholy, and her whole body radiating intense grief, Yuan Huaixuan immediately squatted down in front of her, extremely worried.
"Ah? I'm fine, Your Highness. Please move aside so I don't splash you."
Xin Moyan's voice had a faint nasal tone. The moment he squatted down, she quickly blinked, forcing back her tears. Bu Yu was right. She had been here for ten years, but she still couldn't go back. There was probably no hope left. She might as well live in the present and live well with her brother.
"Yan'er, what did you mean by what you just said?"
“I just said it casually, Your Highness, you don’t need to take it to heart.”
"That……"
"Okay!" She lifted the fish up. Although it was a bit unrecognizable, at least most of the scales were scraped off.
"Your Highness, I'd like to wash up. Could you please put this fish up to grill for me? I think I saw some rice inside earlier; I'd like to see if I can cook some rice."
"Ah."
Since Yan'er was unwilling to say more, he didn't ask any further questions.
She quickly washed the fish and handed it to Yuan Huaixuan, then skipped and hopped into the bamboo house to find rice.
Before long, the aroma of fish filled the air, and Xin Moyan's stomach growled even louder...