Li Tingqian took a deep breath, so she was his little aunt, right?
Letting his little aunt cook for him?
The little boy was somewhat frightened.
By the time Jiang Ning reappeared, she found Li Tingqian's gaze on her to be strange, a mix of curiosity, surprise, and confusion.
Was he hungry?
Jiang Ning felt sorry for him, and handed over a piece of fried dough: "Eat."
Li Tingqian took the ugly-looking piece of dough, wondering if it was really edible.
He absentmindedly took a bite, and the next moment, his eyes widened.
Wasn't it too delicious?
Was his little aunt such a great cook?
Looking at an ordinary piece of Fried dough, it was even better than what was made in the imperial kitchen!
Li Tingqian swallowed the dough in a few bites, licked his lips and still wanted more, but didn't dare to ask.
It was his little aunt who personally made this dough. It was said that she was only three years old when her own mother passed away and that she was the pearl held in the palm of the emperor's hand.
He didn't dare to ask his little aunt to make dough for him in front of the emperor.
But, even if his little aunt was raised outside, how could she live in such a broken house?
Could it be that this place is actually a geomantic treasure land and, despite its run-down appearance, it's actually the best house?
Jiang Ning looked at the child devouring the food, thinking, look at what the child had become from hunger.
She'd better cook some more food quickly.
She pushed her wheelchair into the kitchen, steamed rice, washed some vegetables, picked some red peppers from the yard, made a small stir-fry, steamed fish, and added a mushroom soup.
Three dishes and one soup, a combination of meat and vegetables, colorful and fragrant.
Both the grandfather and grandson were amazed at the sight.
What was this stuff?
It looks pretty, and it smells extraordinarily good.
They had never seen such cooking; the imperial kitchen only ever boiled vegetables and steamed rice!
This fish, this meat —
Compared to it, the imperial kitchen's creations were all garbage!
Both the grandfather and the grandson swallowed their saliva simultaneously.
Jiang Ning thought, they really are poor; they hadn't even seen stir-fried meat before.
Not knowing where the old man had pinched this meal from.
"Eat, you two…" As soon as Jiang Ning said half a sentence, she found the grandfather and grandson were already waving their chopsticks and eating hard.
Sigh.
Jiang Ning sighed in her heart,
Looking at the two of them like this, it's hard to ask for money.
But how can she buy medicine without money?
The seeds in her belly won't wait for anyone. They will become harder to deal with as they grow bigger.
They devoured the meal.
The three dishes, one soup, and half a pot of rice were all eaten clean by the grandfather and grandson.
Jiang Ning only soaked half a bowl of rice with the soup.
Old Man Li patted his full belly, reached into his pocket, fumbled for a while, took out a small cup, and casually put it on the table, saying: "Well, this is for today's meal expense."
Jiang Ning glanced at it, and it was a small, gray teacup.
For the past two months, every time Old Man Li came to a "free" meal, he would leave behind one or two items afterward, all sorts of things like broken bottles, dishes, and sometimes even a piece of broken cloth.
In short, they were all a pile of junk.
Even so, Jiang Ning accepted the fat old man's kindness and casually placed it in a big wicker basket behind the door.
The basket was already filled with rice money from Old Man Li.
Li Tingqian casually glanced at it, and his eyelids suddenly began to twitch.
Unless he was mistaken, there was a bowl over there, the authentic work of Master Xuanyun?
And the rest of the items…
Just casually thrown in a broken basket?
Li Tingqian's eyes were dizzy; he didn't dare to look closely and picked up the cup to drink water hastily.
As expected!
His guess was right!
This place only looks worn-out on the surface, but in reality, treasures are everywhere!
With so many antiques and curiosities strewn casually in the corner, one can only wonder what the other things are…
The old wooden chair he was sitting on, from which dynasty's antique?