Madam, please ascend.

Chapter 350 is sweet

Nangong Zhuozhuo gathered materials from all over the Flying Heaven Secret Realm and spent a lot of time finally brewing a bowl of soup that was dark purple in color, viscous in texture, and constantly bubbling.

It's euphemistically called "Soup for Many Children, Many Blessings"!
At this moment, Song Xinci, Zhuque, Nangong Zhuozhuo, and Ye Nianyi, the four women, sat together, all looking at the bowl of soup in front of them, with different expressions on their faces.

Song Xinci had a calm expression.

Zhuque looked disgusted and said, "Maybe we shouldn't drink it."

Nangong Zhuozhuo immediately expressed her dissatisfaction: "I put in so much effort to brew this, and now the second sesame leaf is missing half a leaf!"

This time, Ye Nianyi didn't side with her best friend. "Let's find someone to try it first. I'm afraid someone might die from drinking it."

After the three finished speaking, they all looked at Yun Yi, who was not far away.

Yun Yi was busy "playing" with Bai Ze in his hand when he suddenly had a bad feeling. "Why are you looking at me like that? Doesn't my life matter?"

Nangong Zhuozhuo said, "It's a soup for having many children and many blessings. If you don't drink it, who will?"

"I'm afraid you'll poison me to death, and then who will take care of Xinci?"

Zhuque switched sides at the last minute: "That makes sense."

"I think you all have absolutely no idea. This soup of mine has a special story behind it. In the folk tales, there's a heroine who was a celestial being banished from heaven, and the male protagonist used a method to impregnate her, which is how he kept her on earth."

Ye Nianyi immediately understood: "Oh, it's that book, 'The New Fairy Couple'!"

Zhuque glanced at the bowl of soup, suppressing her nausea: "Was the recipe also written in a book?"

Nangong Zhuozhuo: "How could this be written in a storybook? Besides, even if it were written, you can't believe it—this is what I found out from Zhi Lao Er."

Suzaku: "Okay, then it shouldn't be enough to drink someone to death."

The three women formed a united front and immediately began urging Yun Yi to come and try the medicine.

Poor Yunyi couldn't bear it any longer, so he came over and sat down next to Song Xinci. After some internal struggle, he brought over the bowl of purple "Many Children, Many Blessings" soup.

His face was wrinkled, and his features looked somewhat conflicted. "I'm only in my early twenties."

Nangong Zhuozhuo slammed her hand on the table: "You won't die!"

Yun Yi had just scooped up a spoonful when she startled him so much that he spilled half a spoonful.

However, he still forced the last breath into his mouth, not daring to savor the taste, and quickly swallowed it.

Nangong Zhuozhuo pressed, "What does it taste like?!"

Yun Yi licked his lips: "It doesn't seem to taste like anything."

Heaven have mercy, who dares to examine closely the thing that Nangong Zhuozhuo concocted in a moment of inspiration?!
Zhuque, not one to shy away from making things worse, retorted: "That's far too perfunctory."

Ye Nianyi surprisingly agreed, saying, "Zhuozhuo burned her hand while making soup. Although it was fine in the blink of an eye, it was still a burn."

Song Xinci had been watching this farce unfold, and finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The coldness in her eyes finally melted away, and although it was brief, it was enough to excite the others.

Yunyi savored the "Many Children, Many Blessings" soup and found it to be quite palatable, and most importantly, non-toxic.

So he scooped up a spoonful and held it to his wife's lips, saying, "What are you laughing at? If you're not convinced, then try it yourself."

Song Xinci raised an eyebrow, as if Yun Yi's words had provoked her temper, and immediately ate it in one bite.

Unlike Yun Yi, who ate like a wild boar, Song Xinci was still chewing carefully, savoring the taste of the porridge.

Zhuque couldn't bear to watch any longer: "I don't know what's wrong, but my stomach is suddenly refluxing acid."

Nangong Zhuozhuo raised her eyebrows: "I think you're just a gluttonous girl, you want to have a couple of sips too!"

The two women started arguing over a disagreement, but bystanders ignored them, as they were already used to it.

Ye Nianyi handed Yun Yi a handkerchief, signaling with her eyes that he should pay attention to her.

Yun Yi took the handkerchief and said carefully, "If it tastes bad, just spit it out. Don't make it hard on yourself."

Song Xinci frowned slightly, and everyone immediately became extremely tense.

But then she laughed mischievously and said, "It's delicious, it's sweet."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Nangong Zhuozhuo was so eager to ride on Zhuque's shoulders that she shouted, "When I, Nangong Zhuozhuo, take action, I'm worth two people!" Song Xinci glanced at Yun Yi, seemingly a little embarrassed, took the soup bowl from his hand, and began to take small bites of her medicine.

Clearly, she didn't want Yun Yi to feed her medicine in front of everyone.

What Yun Yi was thinking was that even if Song Xinci lost her memory, her inherent temperament would not change.

He knew exactly what that bowl of porridge-like herbal soup tasted like.

Soon after, Nangong Zhuozhuo saw that the soup for having many children and many blessings was almost empty, and without any politeness, she gave them the order to leave, saying, "You can go now."

Yun Yi spread his hands: "You mean they come when summoned and leave when dismissed?"

"if not?"

"Are you saving it for dinner?"

"Brother Yun, you should go now. We need to move on to the next plan."

The three women's answers were all unique, but they all conveyed the same meaning.

The key point is that even Song Xinci blinked her big eyes, as if to say, 'Why are you still here?'

Yun Yi felt rather helpless, so he could only pat Bai Ze a couple of times to relieve his frustration.

Pei and Yu were very satisfied with the beautiful scenery of the Flying Heaven Secret Realm, and went out for a stroll hand in hand.

Monkey Boss, Cheese Boss, and Camel Boss have always been independent and have no interest in playing along with this group's nonsense.

For a time, Yun Yi seemed to have truly become a "lonely man".

He wasn't sad; he just felt that such a leisurely life was exactly what he dreamed of.

Unfortunately, leisurely days always fly by.

Song Xinci's physical condition had reverted to that of an ordinary person, and she soon felt tired.

Seeing his wife secretly yawn, Yun Yi quickly shooed Nangong Zhuozhuo away and took her back to her room to rest.

Nangong Zhuozhuo was still unwilling to leave, and in the end, she was escorted away by Zhuque and Ye Nianyi.

As she left, she called out, "My dear sister, let's continue tomorrow!"

Song Xinci shook her head and laughed, "I might forget about it tomorrow."

Nangong Zhuozhuo said, "It's alright, I've written it all down!"

Zhuque flicked her on the forehead: "Hurry up and leave, stop talking nonsense!"

Ye Nianyi covered his mouth, and with great difficulty, she managed to drag this troublesome little devil out.

"Speaking of 'this young lady' all the time, it sounds more like the behavior of an old lady to me," Yun Yi couldn't help but mutter behind her back.

He pulled Song Xinci back to the room, then closed the doors and windows to keep the evening breeze out as much as possible.

"What is this?" Song Xinci was somewhat surprised to find a bathtub in the room and several sets of bedding on the bed.

Although she didn't remember, she just felt that a bed didn't need so many blankets.

Yunyi started adding water to the bathtub, testing the water temperature with his hand as he said, "You always complain of being cold when you sleep, so I thought soaking in hot water for a while might warm you up."

Looking at the man bustling around in front of her, Song Xinci felt inexplicably familiar with the scene.

Some habits are not formed overnight; his meticulous care and attentive attention have become habits.

The answer to the question is now only remembered by Yunyi. They lived in the world of the painting for three whole years, and in a way, they had long since become an "old married couple".

Once the water temperature was suitable, Yun Yi said, "You can take a shower now. I'll be right outside. Call me if you need anything."

Song Xinci, however, had already started changing her clothes and asked in confusion, "What are you doing outside so late?"

Yun Yi: "?"

And such good things?

(End of this chapter)