CHAPTER 341: CHAPTER 341

Chen Muxue naturally also caught a whiff of this less-than-friendly smell. She gave a sheepish grin and stirred it a bit.

Wow, a golden legend!

The vegetable porridge actually emitted a faint golden hue. The "vegetables" within it, the Heart-soothing Grass and thyme, somehow fused together and melted into the porridge, turning the vegetable porridge into a white porridge emitting a gentle golden glow!

However, this golden glow was identical to the light on Chen Muxue’s right hand, and it seemed only Chen Muxue could see it.

The crowd saw the "green grass" vanish without a trace, and the porridge turned into white porridge from outward appearance, leaving them somewhat shocked.

But, it was only an appearance change. The strange smell remained unchanged, as if it swore to ruin Chen Muxue’s culinary journey.

Oh right, Chen Muxue’s current identity isn’t as a head chef with numerous Michelin stars, but the Sect Leader of an unremarkable Sect.

Then it’s fine. Chen Muxue, at ease, ladled out a bowl of porridge and was about to carry it out when Yan Luan intercepted: "Let me do it."

Cen Lizhui also stopped Chen Muxue, "Since she volunteered, let her go."

If she serves it and something goes wrong, what’s that got to do with us? Did anyone see that Chen Muxue made the porridge? Nope!

The Second Prince was pacing around inside, restless and uneasy.

The Crown Prince chuckled lightly, "Second Brother, if you keep pacing, you’re going to make me dizzy."

Hearing this, the Second Prince immediately stopped, even one foot still dangling mid-air, unsure how to put it down.

Slightly disappointed was the look in the Crown Prince’s eyes. Ever since falling ill, the excessive concern was suffocating him. He knew his brother cared sincerely, but this carefulness always reminded him of his limited time.

If only they could return to the past, galloping together freely...

He even started humming.

At that moment, Yan Luan entered with the porridge.

The Second Prince’s eyes lit up, but upon seeing it was just porridge, his excitement turned into disappointment: "Madam, don’t tease. The Crown Prince can’t have porridge right now. Hasn’t Miss Chen finished yet?"

"Move aside, this is indeed made by Miss Chen. If it’s spilled, you’ll be held accountable!" Yan Luan was in no mood for coyness as she carefully carried the porridge over.

The Second Prince, hearing this, got a bit upset: "What’s going on! She was invited to practice alchemy, why is she cooking porridge?"

At this moment, Chen Muxue and the others entered just in time. Hearing the Second Prince’s words, and finding herself face-to-face with him, Chen Muxue hesitated, "Should I leave?"

Before the Second Prince could speak, the Crown Prince intervened, "No rush, Second Brother. I think Miss Chen has thought it through well. I haven’t eaten properly for days, starving now..."

In truth, with his illness, hunger was hardly noticeable. What he felt was an array of pains and nausea, hardly enough room to feel hungry.

Nevertheless, the Crown Prince, graciously, sat up, trying to take the bowl, only to be stopped by Yan Luan.

"I’ll feed you, Your Highness. What if you’re unsteady and spill it, burning yourself in the process?"

Helplessness flashed in the Crown Prince’s eyes. If he were more willful, he might say, am I not grown enough to hold a bowl myself? But knowing his own body, he didn’t wish to make it difficult for anyone, so he waited quietly to be fed.

He had braced himself for the nausea, especially since the porridge already didn’t smell particularly appetizing...

But what could he do, really? He was already used to eating and then throwing up. Might as well eat, so as not to trouble others, especially since this Miss Chen came from afar with good intentions.