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Chapter 1291: Chapter 1291: Marquis, Catch That Chicken!

Feng Fuce making chicken soup?

Zhi’er could hardly imagine it.

She instructed a Servant to lead the way: "Take me to the kitchen for a look."

Upon reaching outside the kitchen, she hadn’t even entered when she heard the kitchen Servant shouting inside—

"Marquis, catch it quickly, this chicken might fly away!"

Zhi’er stood at the door, peering inside.

Feng Fuce was wearing a neat black robe, with his sleeves rolled up to the elbows, revealing his slender arms.

His hands were dripping with water as four kitchen women were busy chasing a nimble and lively rooster.

A feather even landed on Feng Fuce’s head.

"Cluck-cluck—" the rooster darted around.

The Servant beside Zhi’er whispered, "The Marquis has been busy all morning, almost an hour."

"There were several chickens before, but the Marquis either crushed them with too much force or accidentally threw them into the well."

"The kitchen Servants originally didn’t want the Marquis to handle it anymore, but none of them could catch this big rooster."

Zhi’er couldn’t help but smile as she looked at Feng Fuce’s back.

"What made him suddenly think of making chicken soup?"

The Servant answered, "This morning the Marquis asked the kitchen Servant, saying that drinking chicken soup with eggs is good for the Princess."

"There’s also some red sugar eggs warming on the stove, I’ll bring it over to the Princess shortly."

"The Marquis made it himself too."

Zhi’er couldn’t help but squint and smile sweetly.

Unexpectedly, Brother Fu Ce is quite attentive.

However, Zhi’er thought that while he’s good at other things, catching chickens might be a bit...

Her thought wasn’t even finished when she saw the big rooster flutter its wings from the stove and leap over.

Just as it swooped over Feng Fuce’s head, he swiftly reached out and deftly grabbed the chicken’s leg.

The big rooster was abruptly pulled onto the chopping board.

With a cold expression, Feng Fuce grabbed the knife and skillfully knocked out the rooster with its handle.

This time, the rooster stopped struggling completely.

Feng Fuce threw the rooster to the kitchen Servant: "Handle it."

The kitchen Servants hurriedly plucked its feathers in hot water, busying themselves for a while.

Zhi’er quickly hid behind the door to avoid being seen by Feng Fuce.

Once the kitchen Servants had finished handling the chicken meat, chopping it into pieces, Feng Fuce again picked up the knife to prepare scallions, ginger, and garlic under their guidance.

Initially, Feng Fuce’s chopping was too sharp, reducing the scallions, ginger, and garlic to mush.

Zhi’er, watching from behind the door, tried hard not to laugh out loud.

The kitchen Servants couldn’t help but say, "Marquis, let us handle these tasks."

However, Feng Fuce didn’t allow them to handle it.

Instead, he calmly said, "I’ll do it."

All this time, he had never cooked for Zhi’er personally.

He wanted to take good care of her.

Earlier, he didn’t kill the chicken because he didn’t want to smell too bad to see Zhi’er.

Once Feng Fuce managed to get the chicken stew into the pot with the kitchen Servant’s help, his task was finally complete.

Feng Fuce maintained his composure, but the kitchen Servants breathed a sigh of relief.

All morning, the Marquis almost blew up the kitchen.

"We’ll watch it, and in two hours, it’ll be ready to serve."

Feng Fuce nodded, wiping his hands with a white cloth: "By noon, it needs to be delivered to the room for the Princess to drink."

With that, he turned and left the room.

Zhi’er quickly pulled the Servant to hide around the corner.

As Feng Fuce stepped outside, he suddenly turned his head in Zhi’er’s direction.

Zhi’er immediately shrank back behind the door to hide.

Feng Fuce didn’t see anyone, but he did catch a whiff of the chicken stench on himself...

This smell wouldn’t do to meet Zhi’er.

He furrowed his brow, striding quickly to his courtyard to take a bath and change clothes!