Peaceful Farm Life
Chapter 415: His Wife Fell in Love with Eating Sour Foods_1

Chapter 415: Chapter 415: His Wife Fell in Love with Eating Sour Foods_1

Being casual means being at ease, and An Jing was quite at ease now, without any concerns left.

She could tell that the Emperor of Xiyun truly loved her husband from the bottom of his heart.

Thinking that she was basking in the glory of her husband, An Jing couldn’t help but look at him, only to see her husband not even glancing at Su Chengyu, but leisurely sipping tea.

To be honest, her husband’s tea-drinking posture was really attractive—it was like looking at a painting!

"Chengyu, come here," the Emperor of Xiyun said, adopting a completely different tone than the one used for Xiao Changyi. His demeanor towards Su Chengyu was one of supreme authority, the monarch’s authority mixed with that of a father’s, which was so heavy that Su Chengyu didn’t dare to act rashly.

It could be said that the Emperor of Xiyun had always been extremely strict with his Crown Prince, Su Chengyu.

About the Emperor of Xiyun’s strictness and high expectations for Su Chengyu, An Jing had heard from Xiao Changyi on their way to the Capital, so when she saw the Emperor of Xiyun suddenly turn serious with Su Chengyu, An Jing wasn’t surprised.

"Yes," Su Chengyu obediently walked over to the Emperor of Xiyun’s side as soon as he was called.

Only then did the Emperor of Xiyun point to the chessboard and say, "Look, Changyi and I were just playing chess, and I won."

Su Chengyu looked carefully at the black and white pieces on the board. Although black had won, the victory left much to be desired. However, the moves of the white pieces didn’t look at all like Brother Yi’s style; if they were really played by Brother Yi, it must have been haphazardly done, just to lose to his father... his father’s chess skills were truly terrible.

Understanding in his heart, yet not showing it on his face, and knowing well what his father wanted to hear, Su Chengyu respectfully bowed to the Emperor of Xiyun and said, "Father is wise and valiant, naturally Brother Yi cannot compare."

The Emperor of Xiyun was very pleased and made faces at Xiao Changyi, full of smugness.

Xiao Changyi couldn’t be bothered with the Emperor of Xiyun, and after setting down the Qingyu teacup in his hand, he passed the dish of sour plums to his wife. Lately, she had developed a taste for sour flavors, the sourer, the better. Since he couldn’t stand the sourness, and his wife loved it, he’d let her have it.

An Jing accepted without ceremony, holding the candied fruit dish in one hand and stuffing sour plums into her mouth with the other. As her taste buds touched the sour flavor, she closed her eyes with satisfaction: so sour, so delicious~

Seeing that Xiao Changyi was ignoring him, the Emperor of Xiyun told Su Chengyu to sit down. As soon as Su Chengyu sat, he looked over at Xiao Changyi again, and then he saw An Jing next to Xiao Changyi thoroughly enjoying the sour plums.

Seeing An Jing enjoying them so much, the Emperor of Xiyun casually asked, "Jingjing, do you like eating plums?"

An Jing casually replied, "It’s not necessarily plums, but I do like sour things quite a lot. Especially recently, I’ve really taken to them." She had always had a penchant for sour and sweet things.

On the way to the Imperial Capital, she bought a lot of sour tangerines to eat. Just the thought of them made her mouth water; they were that delicious.

Unfortunately, her husband didn’t share the same taste, unless she fed him mouth-to-mouth. Otherwise, he wouldn’t eat them, simply because he couldn’t handle anything too sour; if he did, his face would scrunch up enough to kill a fly with his furrowed brow.

Upon hearing An Jing’s words, the Emperor of Xiyun and Su Chengyu exchanged glances, and then both sighed deeply in their hearts: if they weren’t aware that she couldn’t conceive, they would think she was pregnant.

After sighing, the Emperor of Xiyun said, "If you like, feel free to tell the people in the palace what you want to eat, and let them prepare it for you."

"Thank you, Royal Father," An Jing expressed her thanks.