The Divine Physician's Overbearing Wife

Chapter 2090: The Past Life 15

The girls in her manor hated men. When she brought back Nan Changfeng, she noticed that they were already unhappy. If she brought another man back, the girls might just burn down Cloud Mountain.

However, if she brought some girls back, she could not let them do the chores.

The girls had to be spoiled.

“Hmm...”

Nan Changfeng nodded slowly with a smile upon his lips. “Alright. So, what do you want to eat tomorrow?”

The Ninth Emperor stroked her chin. “You can just cook whatever you want.”

When she was at home, she would occasionally make some herbal dishes. However, when she was not here, she was afraid the girls would eat raw food for a long time. So, as long as the cooked food could be eaten, everything was good.

“I’m going to go back to sleep. You, go back to your room.”

The Ninth Emperor stretched lazily, leaning on the back of the bed.

“Alright. I will bring the meal in for you tomorrow, so you don’t have to go out for your meal.”

Nan Changfeng smiled faintly.

The Ninth Emperor was fine with these words. They were all eating separately in their room. So she did not feel that there was a problem with what Nan Changfeng suggested.

After a final look at the Ninth Emperor, Nan Changfeng got up and left her bed.

After Nan Changfeng had left the room, drowsiness came again. The Ninth Emperor felt sleepy again and continued to sleep.

***

The next day...

The dining room looked a bit dusty because no one had used it for a long time.

Nan Changfeng stepped in with his white robe. He looked around, and his face was expressionless. “Qing Zhu...”

A green snake slithered out of his sleeve, enveloped by a burst of green light, and gradually transformed into an elegant young man.

“Master...” Qing Zhu turned to look at Nan Changfeng. He might not be fully awake yet as he lazily asked, “What are you calling me for?”

Nan Changfeng looked at him coldly. “Cook.”

Qing Zhu’s face stiffened. “Cook? Me?”

“Yes...” Nan Changfeng nodded calmly. “Later, you will follow what I do, and I will teach you.”

The corners of Qing Zhu’s mouth twitched, and his gaze was filled with surprise. “Master, why are you asking me to cook? If you want to do it, just do it yourself. Why...”

Why did he have to ask him?

Nan Changfeng’s face was expressionless, and his voice was clear and cold. “The meals I make are for her alone. You can cook the meals for the others.”

Qing Zhu looked at Nan Changfeng, dumbfounded.

‘The human world is too complicated. It’s not something that a snake like me can understand.’

“But...”

Qing Zhu wanted to cry. Why would his master think that a snake could cook well?

Nan Changfeng’s voice grew colder. “If you refuse, then it is useless for me to keep you. Later, I will make snake soup for her. Snake soup is a great tonic, so I don’t want to waste it.”

Qing Zhu froze, and he looked at Nan Changfeng in disbelief.

‘Master wants to cook me to serve a woman?’

He wanted to cry but held it back.

“Oh, alright, Master. Just give me the orders. I’ll do the rest.”

“Mm.”

Nan Changfeng smiled faintly.

In his life, he would only warm his bed for her alone.

His cooking skills, too, should only be tasted by her alone.

***

A burst of fragrance awakened the Ninth Emperor.

She opened her eyes and saw a table full of delicacies.