A Yao stared at Yangzhou fried rice and was lost in thought.

This dish of Yangzhou fried rice was taught to her by her mother.

Although her mother was just an inconspicuous nanny in the Prime Minister's Palace, she can do a lot.

She can do all kinds of exquisite needlework and her cooking skills were comparable to those of the royal chefs.

In the past, when she and her mother were often hungry in the Prime Minister's Palace, her mother secretly made a small stove in the backyard to make all kinds of wild vegetables and pancakes for her.

Her mother saved half of her food to cook Yangzhou fried rice for her on her birthday.

Seeing that A Yao did not speak, Rong Ziling raised his hand and waved it in front of her eyes.

"Sister A Yao, what are you thinking about?"

A Yao smiled at him, "Nothing. Hurry up and eat! It'll be cold soon."

"Yes."

Rong Ziling gobbled down his food in satisfaction.

Halfway through the meal, Rong Qianhan arrived.

A Yao and Rong Ziling were shocked when they saw Rong Qianhan standing outside the kitchen.

A Yao immediately bowed, "I see you, prince."

Rong Qianhan did not look at A Yao. Instead, his gaze landed on Rong Ziling.

"The people in the kitchen said that you haven't eaten for a few days. What's going on?"

Rong Ziling pulled a long face and muttered softly, "It's so hot and their food is so greasy. Who can eat it?"

"Then what are you holding in your hand?"

Rong Ziling covered his bowl with his hand, "A Yao made this Yangzhou fried rice for me."

Ever since A Yao found out who Rong Ziling was, she had made an agreement with Rong Ziling to call her by her name when there were outsiders around.

Only when there was no one around could she call her Sister A Yao.

"Yangzhou fried rice. What's that?"

A Yao replied, "In response to prince, it's fried rice taught by my mother."

Rong Qianhan glanced at A Yao and asked Rong Ziling, "Is it delicious?"

"It's very delicious! I've never eaten such delicious food."

Rong Qianhan furrowed his brows skeptically. "Look at how ignorant you are."

"It's really delicious. I promise you've never eaten such delicious food before."

Rong Qianhan turned to look at A Yao.

A Yao looked at him and didn't understand what he meant for a moment.

Seeing that he glanced at the stove from the corner of his eye, A Yao suddenly understood.

"I'll make another one now."

A Yao quickly washed the vegetables, cut the ingredients, and broke the eggs.

When she was busy, Rong Ziling was holding a bowl and showing it off in front of Rong Qianhan. When the fragrance wafted into Rong Qianhan's nose, he swallowed instinctively and glanced at Rong Ziling's bowl.

"Let me have a taste."

Rong Ziling protected his bowl. "No!"

Although Rong Ziling was not the biological son of Rong Qianhan, the two of them were closer than blood relatives.

Everyone in Capital knew that Rong Qianhan had an adopted son who was doted on by him.

Rong Ziling had always been unrestrained in front of Rong Qianhan. The two of them were like father and son, friends and brothers.

Rong Qianhan rolled his eyes at him and then looked at A Yao, who was busy at the stove.

At midsummer noon, A Yao, who was guarding the stove, had a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

She raised her hand to wipe her sweat and continued to fry rice.

This little girl was delicate and pretty. Her skin was as smooth as cream and her face was as white as jade. Rong Qianhan was used to seeing women wearing makeup, but he felt that she was very pleasing to the eye without any makeup.

He couldn't take his eyes off her.

A Yao added eggs, carrots, green vegetables, and sprinkled a few green onions into Yangzhou fried rice.

A streak of colorful and steaming Yangzhou fried rice was ready.

A Yao brought the cooked Yangzhou fried rice to Rong Qianhan.

"Please enjoy your meal, prince."

The smell of fried rice wafted into the nose of Rong Qianhan. He couldn't believe that such an inconspicuous food could emit such a seductive fragrance.

He took the bowl and spoon, elegantly scooped up a little and put it into his mouth.

All kinds of fragrance spread in his mouth and aroused his appetite.

He didn't care about his image and took another big bite.

In the hot summer, eating fried rice like this greatly increased his appetite.

Seeing that A Yao had only given Rong Qianhan, Rong Ziling yelled unhappily, "I want more!"

"Alright."

A Yao filled the pot with the leftovers and gave them to Rong Ziling.

Seeing that the father and son were eating happily, she seemed to think of something and turned back to the stove.

After a while, she brought Rong Qianhan and his son a bowl of tomato and egg soup each.

"Prince, Young Master, have some soup!"

With a mouthful of fried rice in his mouth, Rong Ziling mumbled, "Ok, put it there."

A Yao stood quietly by the side and waited for the two of them to finish eating. She was just about to clean up when Rong Qianhan stopped her.

"Put it there. The people in the kitchen will wash it."

"I happen to be free, so I can wash them by the way."

After that, A Yao rolled up her sleeves and went to wash the dishes.

"If I ask you to put it down, then put it down. If you have nothing to do, then rest. There is no rule in the Prince Regent's Residence that says that maidservants cannot rest."

Thank you, prince..

Just as A Yao was about to withdraw her hand, Rong Qianhan suddenly grabbed her wrist.

She trembled and looked at him in panic.

"Prince..."

"Has anyone ever said that you look a lot like your Miss?"

A Yao was shocked!

She wanted to get close to Rong Qianhan, but she couldn't let him know what had happened that night. Otherwise, both she and Su Yuyan would die without a burial place.

She looked calm and replied in a low voice, "Someone did say that my figure was similar to Miss before, but I'm just a servant after all. I can't compare with her."

"But I feel that there are many similarities between you two."

She looked into the deep eyes of Rong Qianhan and said boldly, "As time passes, the maid will become more and more like Master."

Rong Qianhan did not ask any more questions. However, when he thought of Su Yuyan, he released A Yao in annoyance.

In the past few days, Su Yuyan had been clamoring to see him every day. He really wanted to poison Su Yuyan and mute her so that he could have some peace and quiet.

Rong Qianhan regained his usual coldness and aloofness. He looked at Rong Ziling with his hands behind his back.

"Go back and do your homework when you are done."

Rong Ziling made a face at him and turned to A Yao with a smile. "I'm leaving."

Before leaving, he waved happily at A Yao.

Rong Qianhan said with a gloomy face, "He seems to like you very much."

A Yao was shocked and tried to figure out the deeper meaning of his words.

Did he think that I was up to no good and deliberately approached Rong Ziling?

A Yao immediately explained, "Prince, don't get me wrong. Young Master just thinks that I'm pitiful, so he comes to see me from time to time. I don't have any purpose or intention toward Young Master."

"What can a stupid and timid woman like you do?"

A Yao was speechless.

"I have a few dirty clothes. Go and wash them."

"Yes."

At this time, hurried footsteps came from outside the kitchen.

It was Song Yi.

Song Yi quickly walked up to Rong Qianhan and said, "Prince, the Emperor and the Empress Dowager are trapped by the assassins in Xiangguo Temple."

"Go and save the Emperor."

After Rong Qianhan and Song Yi left, A Yao went to wash Rong Qianhan's dirty clothes.

Before dark, she folded the clothes that had been dried and sent them to Rong Qianhan.

Rong Qianhan was in the same room as when she had taken her clothes. She guessed that Rong Qianhan had not returned yet.

After thinking for a while, she tidied up the room for Rong Qianhan.

The sky gradually darkened, but Rong Qianhan still did not return.

She lingered in the yard and refused to leave.

Two hours later, she heard hurried footsteps outside the courtyard. She pretended to leave and deliberately walked to the gate.

As soon as she reached the door, she saw Rong Qianhan, who was covered in blood.