Crying While Filling the Pit I Dug - Chapter 49

Song Miaomiao had to make a sachet, soup, and other things for the male lead! 

The task was without limit.

She couldn’t help but confess, even the lines seemed excessive! Was this really the plot she had written before? Why did it have no impression in her mind?!

In her pursuit of a guard, a Princess embroidered a sachet and made soup herself! Ohh, no! She was only digging herself into a deeper hole! And for all that effort, the task would only reward her with 1000 points.

It hardly seemed worthwhile! It was essentially several tasks bundled into one!

Song Miaomiao remarked, [System Oppa, you guys are too good at doing business! There are so many tasks in this one.]

System Oppa responded, [After system evaluation, these tasks represent all the efforts Princess Changrou had made to pursue the male lead. They share a common nature and can be classified as a single type of task.]

Song Miaomiao conceded, [Alright, alright, you won.]

She had already forgotten the details of how she parted ways with Yi Qing and returned to her courtyard.

Making soup was manageable. In her previous world, she had prepared bone soup for Ling Qianyi. She wondered if Ling Qianyi missed her cooking after she left that world.

Putting aside her complaints, Song Miaomiao knew she had to begin completing tasks in order to return to the modern world. Starting with the simplest and most essential task—a hearty soup.

Realizing it was too late to start that evening, she resolved to begin early the next morning.

Surveying the breakfast spread before her, Song Miaomiao declared, “I want to go to the kitchen.”

Yan Yu added a bowl of lean meat porridge for Song Miaomiao, then inquired, “Does the Princess have any instructions for the royal chef in the kitchen?”

“No.” In order to avoid Yan Yu and the others stopping her from going to the kitchen, Song Miaomiao put on a bit of majesty, “This princess wants to cook soup herself.”

Sure enough, Yan Yu immediately knelt down and said, “Princess, what kind of soup do you want to drink? Just go ahead and order it, this may hurt the Princess’s hands.”

As a Princess who had never performed household tasks, it was understandable that the maids had concerns. Song Miaomiao empathized; if the Princess were to injure herself and the Emperor were to discover it, the maids might face punishment. However, in the previous world, she had spent many years working in the kitchen—washing dishes, vegetables, and rice, occasionally stir-frying vegetables—so making soup posed no difficulty at all.

Moreover, there was a task to complete. Song Miaomiao projected an even more majestic aura and spoke deliberately, “You needn’t worry. This Princess will not come to harm. Please refrain from dissuading me any further; I must proceed today.”

“Yes,” Yan Yu replied submissively.

Yan Yu brought Song Miaomiao to the small kitchen of Sishui Hall. Because the Emperor loved Princess Changrou very much, he specially set up a small kitchen for her, so she didn’t have to go to the Imperial Kitchen every day.

The cook in the small kitchen had long heard the announcement that the Princess was coming, and had kept the small kitchen shiny and clean.

Song Miaomiao saw a few high-quality pork leg bones on the chopping board and wanted to get them. Seeing her actions, the cook in the kitchen immediately ran to Song Miaomiao, bent over, “Princess, this servant will make bone broth for you.”

“No, this Princess will do it in person.”

But it was much easier to cook there than in the previous world. The fire was alive, and the materials were washed. What Song Miaomiao did was just put the bones and water in the pot, and add a little salt.

She didn’t even need to watch the fire; someone was taking care of it for her, so after she added the ingredients in the pot, she went back to play.

When it was almost time for lunch, the soup was almost done. Song Miaomiao first ordered the maid to send a bowl to the Emperor. After all, they were the father and daughter of this world, and he doted on her so much. This soup should honor him.

She also ordered them to serve her a small portion during lunch and fill the rest of it in a pot to give to her.

Song Miaomiao tasted the soup during lunch. It was similar to the soup from the previous world in memory. In fact, it was nothing special. What special taste could be made by adding some water and salt to bones?

Song Miaomiao went out with the pot alone without the maids.

She was thinking as she walked about how to give the soup to Yi Qing later and ask him if he had lunch. If not, she had some soup, so he could eat it. But it happened to be past the meal time, so he must have eaten lunch. She wondered if she should tell him that the soup was for him. Would it be too straightforward?

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After Song Miaomiao arrived at the gazebo, she didn’t stay for long when Yi Qing also arrived.

She didn’t have a watch, but she vaguely felt that Yi Qing’s arrival seemed a little earlier than usual. He was still wearing a bodyguard uniform, with a long sword on his waist, looking heroic and imposing.

Yi Qing knelt outside the gazebo, saying, “This guard sees the Princess.”

“Guard Yi, rise.”

Yi Qing stood up, hesitantly not lowering his head but looking directly at Song Miaomiao.

Very good, Song Miaomiao was pleased. He followed what she had said before.

Song Miaomiao was sitting at a stone table in the gazebo, and on the table was the pot of soup.

She stood up, saying, “Guard Yi, stand here.”

“Yes.” Yi Qing stepped up the steps and walked into the gazebo.

“Ahem.” Song Miaomiao cleared her throat and handed the pot to Yi Qing, “Guard Yi, this… this soup is for you.”

Yi Qing was taken aback for a moment and stood motionless in a daze.

Song Miaomiao felt a little embarrassed. Having been mute for many years, she was really at a loss for words and didn’t know what to say. So she said dryly, “Guard Yi, take it.”

Yi Qing’s ears turned red again as he took the pot and stammered, “Thank… thank you, Princess, for giving… the soup.”

Seeing Yi Qing like that, Song Miaomiao felt even more embarrassed, “Okay then, drink slowly, I’m going back.”

After finishing speaking, she quickly ran back to Sishui Hall.

After the soup, Song Miaomiao began to work on embroidering a sachet.

She had done some needlework in the previous world, but it was all relatively simple mending work. She had never done such fine work as embroidering sachets.

The system only mentioned giving him a sachet but didn’t specify what to embroider on it. Song Miaomiao had planned to embroider the simplest auspicious cloud pattern, but it made her dead tired.