The peasant girl has a private space, and her husband is handsome.

Su Qianqian guessed that Feng Yuanxi had most likely stolen the vase from Prime Minister Feng, because the vase looked quite valuable.

She had long disliked Prime Minister Feng, and this was a good opportunity to make him lose some money.

Yuanxi did a great job and deserves a reward.

Su Qianqian patted Feng Yuanxi on the shoulder, "You brat, thank you for remembering me. I just made some elm seed steamed buns today, I'll give you some to try."

Su Qianqian asked Xiangming to bring Feng Yuanxi a bag of elm seed steamed buns, which were wrapped in oil paper and contained about four or five buns.

Feng Yuanxi weighed it in his hand, chuckled foolishly, and said, "Thank you, Miss Su, I have a big appetite."

Su Qianqian recalled that when Feng Yuanxi was in Qinghe County, he had repeatedly beaten Fang Cheng, and she was still quite satisfied with Feng Yuanxi.

So Xiangming brought over two more bags of steamed buns.

"Yuanxi, I gave you more steamed buns than I gave to others."

Feng Yuanxi's smile widened even more: Miss Su gave him the most steamed buns, which meant Miss Su liked him the most. Hehe, no one could compare to his position in Miss Su's heart.

Su Qianqian instructed, "I steamed this at the village in the suburbs at noon. It's a bit cold now. Yuanxi, remember to have the kitchen heat it up before you eat it when you get home."

"Understood, Miss Su." Wow, Miss Su cares about him so much; she even reminded him to heat up the steamed buns before eating them.

Feng Yuanxi was overjoyed. He carefully climbed onto the carriage, clutching three packets of elm seed steamed buns as if they were precious treasures. He was so happy he was almost dizzy with excitement.

The servant Shunzi wanted to help his young master: "Young master, let me help you carry it."

"No need, no need, I feel more at ease carrying it myself."

Shunzi straightened the tea table in the carriage and suggested, "Young master, there's a tea table in the carriage. Why don't you put it on the tea table? You won't bump into anything. It's tiring to carry it around all the time."

"I won't let go! I won't let go!" How could I let go of the steamed buns that Miss Su made by hand? I'd rather die than let go.

Shunzi had no choice but to give up trying to persuade him. His young master was usually quite reasonable, but his only flaw was that he idolized Miss Su too much.

Let alone steamed buns, even if Miss Su gave the young master a stinky rock, he would probably treasure it and hold it in his arms.

On the way, Feng Yuanxi smelled the aroma of steamed cornbread and really wanted to eat it, but he had developed a habit in Qinghe County, which was to listen to Miss Su. Miss Su told him to steam it before eating, so he obeyed her order and heated it up at home before eating.

After the Prime Minister's carriage had driven away, Gong Yu said in a spoiled tone, "Girl, I want to eat cornbread too, more cornbread than that brat Feng Yuanxi."

Su Qianqian poked Gong Yu's firm chest with her finger. "Why are you jealous of Yuan Xi? He just wants to be my little follower."

Gong Yu took Su Qianqian's finger and kissed it.

Xiangming quickly turned her face away.

Only the clueless Mo Xiaobei looked extremely embarrassed, coughing incessantly.

Is this still the aloof and arrogant young master? He must have been possessed.

When Prime Minister Feng woke up, it was still dark, and he could see all the furnishings in the room clearly.

He sensed something was off in the bedroom, as if something very important was missing. What could it be?

Prime Minister Feng looked around the room carefully for a long time before realizing that his favorite imperial vase from the Great Chu Dynasty was missing.

This discovery made him extremely nervous. The vase was his favorite, very valuable, and there used to be a pair, but now only one was left in the house. Who could have done this?

"Which bastard stole Benxiang's vase?"

Prime Minister Feng's angry roar attracted Steward Chen.

"Prime Minister, what has happened?" Steward Chen had served Prime Minister Feng for over a decade, and just by looking at Prime Minister Feng's expression, he knew that something terrible had happened.

Who came into my room while I was taking a nap this afternoon?

"Your Excellency, only Young Master Yuanxi has visited."

Prime Minister Feng was quite intelligent and immediately guessed that the person who dared to take things from his room was most likely his spoiled youngest son.

"Butler Chen, hurry up and go call that brat Yuanxi over here."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

There was still about half an hour until dinner time, but Feng Yuanxi had already asked the kitchen staff to heat up the elm seed steamed buns for him, steaming all three packs that Miss Su had given him at once.

He carried a large bowl of steaming hot elm seed cakes, eating them as he strode into his father's bedroom with an air of indifference.

"Father, what do you want with me?"

"Yuanxi, where did my vase go?"

Feng Yuanxi felt very guilty after hearing this, not expecting his father to find out so quickly.

There were several vases in the room, and he just grabbed one randomly and was discovered so quickly.

This father is as cunning as a fox.

Feng Yuanxi reluctantly handed over a cornbread, "Dad, try this elm seed cornbread. It was made by Miss Su herself, and it's delicious."

When Prime Minister Feng saw his youngest son's guilty look, he knew that it must have been his youngest son who had done this outrageous thing.

"You brat, don't try to change the subject. You stole my vase, didn't you?"

Prime Minister Feng knocked the cornbread out of his son's hand. When his son squatted down to pick it up, he slapped him on the head several times.

However, he didn't use too much force when hitting him, because this youngest son was his most beloved.

"Yuanxi, tell me quickly, where did you take the vase?"

Feng Yuanxi chuckled foolishly, "I gave it to Miss Su. Father, you stole Miss Su's silver mine, and I only gave her a vase as compensation. We still owe Miss Su a lot. I'll look around later to see if there's anything else in the manor that the young lady likes, and send some more to Miss Su."

Prime Minister Feng felt a terrible headache.

How could he have given birth to such a stupid son? He actually gave away priceless treasures! What a waste!

Prime Minister Feng picked up the porcelain pillow from the bed and smashed it.

But he didn't dare to actually smash it, because that was his most beloved youngest son, so Prime Minister Feng deliberately smashed it in the wrong direction.

The porcelain pillow fell to the ground and shattered into pieces with a loud "bang".

"Dad, don't be angry. Getting angry is bad for your health."

Feng Yuanxi took the opportunity to slip away. He wasn't stupid; he wouldn't be foolish enough to stay in the house and get beaten up.

Prime Minister Feng could only watch helplessly as his son ran out of the house.

If he hadn't been injured and unable to leave the bed, he definitely would have chased after him and continued fighting.

After his son rolled away, Prime Minister Feng looked at the cornbread he had knocked to the ground, and felt a surge of hatred in his heart.

He traded such a valuable vase for this shabby cornbread. What a fool! How could he have given birth to such an idiot? It's such a headache.

Steward Chen picked up the cornbread from the ground, blew off the dirt, and found it smelled quite delicious. He prepared to eat it, since the Prime Minister never ate anything that fell on the ground.

Just as Steward Chen put the cornbread to his mouth, he heard a voice say, "Wait a minute."

"What are your orders, Prime Minister?"

"Give it to me. What are you looking at? I'm talking about the cornbread that just fell on the ground. Take the one you're holding and hurry up and hand it to me."

Prime Minister Feng had already smelled the sweet aroma, but his leg injury hadn't healed and he couldn't get out of bed, so Steward Chen picked it up first.

He traded his favorite vase for it, so he couldn't let someone else have it.

Prime Minister Feng took the elm seed steamed bun, popped it into his mouth, took a bite, and was immediately stunned.

Holy crap, what is this elm seed steamed bun?! It's surprisingly delicious.

I doubt even the Queen Mother of the West's peaches could taste better than this.

After finishing the elm seed steamed buns, Prime Minister Feng closed his eyes and savored the taste.

How delicious! How can there be such delicious cornbread in the world!

Manager Chen was stunned, because Prime Minister Feng used to only eat the finest grains for every meal, and no matter what kind of cornbread he ate, it wouldn't catch his eye. But at this moment, Prime Minister Feng seemed to be possessed, and he looked very satisfied after finishing his meal.

Is that cornbread really that delicious? Looking at the Prime Minister, it seems like he's about to ascend to immortality.

What a pity! He almost got to eat it! I really want to know what that cornbread tasted like!

"Manager Chen."

"What are your orders, Prime Minister?"

"Go find Yuanxi and ask him for a few more elm seed steamed buns."

Trading a priceless vase for a small steamed bun is such a bad deal; we must get a few more back.

As for the vase that had already been sent to the Marquis of Guiping's residence, it was certain that it would not be returned.

Marquis Guiping is too protective of his own. If he dares to send someone to demand it, Marquis Guiping will definitely fight his way to the Prime Minister's residence.

After Steward Chen left, Prime Minister Feng stared at the direction of the door and waited and waited, hoping that Steward Chen would return soon.