Time Travel: Pampered by the Aloof Prince-Chapter 365: What the Princess Did in the Kitchen

Wang Yishan’s face revealed a look of shock as he heard her words, repeatedly saying, "Princess, just tell me whatever you need me to do."

Over the years on the ship, he had encountered many nobles and knew that these powerful people were not to be provoked, and often had terrible tempers.

Therefore, when Qi Yu was so polite, he was somewhat anxious.

Qi Yu casually waved her hand, speaking lightly, "It’s nothing big, I just want you to teach me how to make a bowl of noodles."

"Make noodles?" Wang Yishan was a bit startled, "Does the Princess find the noodles on the ship distasteful?"

Qi Yu did not beat around the bush and said directly, "Not at all, your noodles taste very good. However, the Prince’s birthday is in a few days, and I want to make him a bowl of longevity noodles."

Only then did Wang Yishan relax and with a smile said, "There’s nothing difficult about that, making longevity noodles is the simplest."

Encouraged by his words, Qi Yu felt more confident.

Wang Yishan first rolled out the noodles with flour, then boiled a pot of water and step by step, taught her how to put the noodles in the pot, add seasonings, and scoop them out after they were cooked.

It looked really simple, and Qi Yu nodded as she watched, thinking to herself that it shouldn’t be a disaster.

But when she started to do it herself, she found that those seemingly simple steps all became difficult.

When rolling the noodles, she busied herself for half an hour, only to find that the noodles she rolled were inconsistently thick and thin.

Wang Yishan, watching from the side, was so anxious that he almost wanted to step in and help.

Qi Yu looked at the noodles she had botched and shook her head in resignation.

Some things, indeed, can’t be forced.

But since it had come to this, she couldn’t give up.

So, she went ahead and put those uneven noodles into the pot.

As Qi Yu saw the noodles tumbling in the water, she hurriedly thought about the next step.

Wang Yishan couldn’t help but remind her, "Princess, you should add the seasoning now."

"Oh, right," Qi Yu hastily responded, then looked at the array of seasoning containers, large and small, and was at a loss.

Which was which?

Wang Yishan could barely stand to watch anymore, reintroduced the names of the seasonings to her, and then urged her to hurry up and add them, or the noodles would become too soft.

Qi Yu’s mind was quick, but her hands were less cooperative.

The whole process was chaotic, leaving Wang Yishan nearly grinding his teeth in frustration.

Who cooks noodles with so much salt?

After a hectic hour, a bowl of longevity noodles that had nearly turned into porridge was finally ready.

Looking at the bowl of noodles that was almost too awful to behold, Qi Yu no longer had the energy to critique her own cooking.

She touched her forehead, turned to the even more distressed Wang Yishan and asked, "Is there any hope for these noodles?"

Wang Yishan gave an embarrassed smile and silently shook his head.

The afternoon flew by quickly, and by the time Qi Yu finally left the kitchen, the setting sun had already bathed the entire lake in its glow.

She glanced at her battle-scarred hands and couldn’t help but sigh.

Her hands were covered in blisters from the burns, which were quite painful; she retreated to her room and then hid in her space to treat her hands.

First, she punctured each blister, then applied ointment to them.

The injuries were minor but looked somewhat frightening.

Sitting in the rocking chair in her space, Qi Yu sat frowning, thinking about how to deceive her own Prince.

At dinner, she did not dare to take much food, focusing only on eating and kept half of her palm hidden in her sleeve.

This action naturally aroused Li Mingjue’s suspicion, but Qi Yu claimed she had a poor appetite and managed to avoid suspicion.

After nightfall, she looked at the pitch-black surroundings and quietly heaved a sigh of relief.

It was only at this time that she didn’t mind the dimness of the candlelight.

In the evening, as she lay in bed, the steps of rolling dough still lingered in her mind, her hands moving unconsciously.

When Li Mingjue returned to the room, he immediately noticed her strange movements, his expression briefly pausing.

Following that, he also detected a faint smell of herbal medicine, causing his brows to furrow immediately.

The scent was very faint, but the room was small and enclosed without any windows to open, fearing that something might fly in.

Qi Yu had yet to realize she had revealed herself and was still trying hard to figure out which step she had done wrong.

When she felt her hands being grasped by another pair of warm palms, she was so startled that she immediately sat up on the bed.

Li Mingjue slightly lowered his gaze, his eyes falling on her palms that were dotted with small red spots, his tone somewhat cold, "What are these?"

Qi Yu pursed her lips, trying to pull her hands back, but she was unsuccessful.

She averted her eyes guiltily and spoke softly, "It’s nothing, just got burned and blistered slightly. It’s not a big deal, I’ve already applied medicine."

Li Mingjue let go of her hand and asked in a deep voice, "When did you get burned?"

Qi Yu was silent for a while before responding in a falsely light-hearted manner, "It was in the afternoon while making tea, I accidentally scalded myself."

She did not want to admit not only had she failed miserably at making noodles, but she had also injured her hand in such a manner.

It sounded rather foolish.

Li Mingjue glanced at her, his tone becoming somewhat resigned, "Be more careful next time, otherwise, let the people on the ship do it."

Qi Yu nodded repeatedly, her eyes brightening a bit.

She had managed to bluff her way through.

But what she did not know was that after she fell asleep, Li Mingjue quietly sat up in the darkness, looked in her direction, then tiptoed out of the room.

On the deck, Shiqi had already sold the Princess out completely.

He reported word for word, "Prince, in the afternoon, the Princess went to the kitchen and stayed there for two hours before coming out."

Upon hearing this, Li Mingjue’s brow twitched, then he shook his head somewhat helplessly.

He knew that something this simple was not so straightforward; making tea could not have resulted in a hand full of blisters.

"Go find out exactly what the Princess was doing in the kitchen."

Shiqi responded, "Yes."

He hurried downstairs and quickly found out everything.

Wang Yishan originally wanted to conceal it, but when Shiqi mentioned the Princess had injured her hand and the Prince was very angry, he confessed everything.

After hearing everything, Shiqi nodded slightly and instructed, "Don’t let the Princess know about this."

Wang Yishan agreed. After everyone had left, he sighed, what a mess!

Shiqi reported all the details to Li Mingjue, who listened in silence for a moment and then said, "You can go now."

After Shiqi left, he stayed on the deck a little longer.

Qi Yu still did not realize that while she dreamt, she had been thoroughly investigated and thought she had fooled Li Mingjue, her mood lifted enough to drink an extra bowl of sweet porridge.

After the meal, she excitedly dragged Shi Zhou to the kitchen.

Shi Zhou watched her skillfully roll out the dough and was somewhat tempted himself.

But he looked at his own hands and felt she was more suited to practicing the sword than cooking.

Qi Yu skillfully kneaded the dough into a round, flat shape and laughed towards Wang Yishan, "At this rate, I’ll be mastering this skill soon!"

Wang Yishan watched her radiant face and averted his eyes guiltily.

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