The Chef's Immortal

Chapter Eight

Dawn the next day, the Prince woke up and left his beautiful wife alone on the bed. He grabbed Shunyuan from the room next door and stationed him at the screen door to their room. Better safe than sorry. He set about his morning tasks. He drank his morning tea and began reading his reports which backed up on his desk over the past year. His assistant, Guoliang, was extremely organized and managed the Prince's affairs for more than ten years. So, thankfully, there was not much he personally saw to. The Prince performed a quick overview and was done.

When he finished his reports, it was time for his morning workout routine. This was a necessity. The Prince required much of himself, therefore he must stay in shape. Finally, came his bath. He soaked for more than an hour. Was Nusa still not awake? He listened for the sound of her loud voice, but nothing came. He knew he rose early every morning, but surely she'd be awake before noon. Jingyi came in with towels.

"The Princess is still asleep?" he asked wearily.

"No, Your Highness, she has been up for a while."

He was startled, "What is she doing that has her so quiet?"

"She's in the kitchen, Your Highness."

"The kitchen, of course. She's in the kitchen."

The Prince dried himself, dressed quickly, hurrying over to the kitchen. He watched in disbelief. She was in the kitchen all right, and she was making a mess. It looked as though Yuxuan was trying to teach her something. But she was not getting the hang of it. There was flour on her face, her hair had sprigs coming loose, and she seemed to be burning her hand every chance she got. Were those eggshells everywhere? He walked over to intervene before she truly hurt herself.

"What in the world are you doing?" the Prince asked.

"Cooking breakfast."

"She's attempting to, Your Highness," Yuxuan countered.

"Oh, give me a break. I'll get it right."

"Uh-huh, the almost twenty eggs say that's not gonna happen," Yuxuan shot out before he could help himself. "Sorry, Fujin, maybe you should try again."

"What kind of egg takes that much effort?" asked the Prince, with a barely contained laugh.

"A damned fried egg. They said it was your favorite, but it's the one thing in this world I can't cook." She slammed a plate with twenty eggs of various degrees of cooking on the counter. "Enjoy your breakfast."

After she ran off, Yuxuan sighed heavily, "Your Highness, the Princess Consort tried her best for more than an hour, but couldn't fry a single egg without the yolk running out. But she did make all of this for you."

To the side, the Prince saw a large spread of food. Pancakes, sausages, fresh melons, her donuts dipped in honey, clotted cream, fresh butter, porridge, ham, bacon, cucumbers, fish, scrambled eggs, and biscuits. It was quite a feast. He sighed. He was guessing there was a cow in his livestock pen now. There was a fresh glass of milk and some kind of juice, all waiting for him to dig in. He turned back to Yuxuan, before going to find the Princess.

"She sent someone to fetch a cow, didn't she?"

"Yes, Your Highness, as soon as the sun came up."

The Prince laughed as he walked away. Her and those damn cows. He found her in her room, sniffling. He walked over to her, pulled her into his embrace, and laughed as he never laughed before. She hit him and would have commenced throwing things if he didn't grab her.