ASTRP -Chapter 164 Feng Jingge Makes Fried Chicken Drumsticks

The doctor lowered his head and said, “Reporting to the Marquis, I’ve already examined the young master’s injuries. From the surface, the young master doesn’t seem to be seriously hurt.”

The old Marquis was furious. “Not seriously hurt? If he’s not seriously hurt, why is he screaming so loudly?”

“Look at him—he’s lying there and can’t even get up.”

The doctor patiently explained, “Marquis, I haven’t finished speaking yet.”

“On the surface, the young master doesn’t appear badly injured, but his muscles and bones may have been affected.”

“However, this is only my preliminary assessment.”

Upon hearing that the injuries might involve muscles and bones, the old Marquis’ expression immediately changed.

“More detailed confirmation will require a careful examination.”

The old Marquis quickly stepped aside. “Go on, go on! Take a look!”

The doctor nodded and was just about to step forward when someone entered from outside and reported directly:

“Young Master, someone from the Regent’s Residence has come and is asking you to go there.”

The Regent’s Residence?

Xu Shu was stunned. Why would the Regent summon him at this time?

Wait—he already knew Xu Shu had been beaten.

Since he knew he was injured, that must be why palace eunuchs sent him back.

But now he was being called to the Regent’s Residence again.

Unless…

Xu Shu’s expression changed slightly. Unless the Regent had already seen through the fact that he was faking it!

He was about to question the messenger when the old Marquis spoke first.

“He’s already injured his muscles and bones—what is he going to the Regent’s Residence for?!”

“Go back and tell them the young master was beaten by the Empress Dowager today and has suffered injuries to his bones and tendons.”

“He needs a hundred days of rest in bed!”

Xu Shu panicked upon hearing this and hurriedly said, “Don’t listen to him! Tell me first—did they say why I’m being summoned?”

The servant respectfully replied, “They said a young master surnamed Xiao is waiting for you at the residence.”

A young master surnamed Xiao?

Xu Shu froze.

The Regent’s surname was Xiao.

But he was already an adult—he couldn’t possibly call himself a “young master,” right?

Surnamed Xiao, and young…

Wait!

A flash of insight struck Xu Shu’s mind.

It’s Xiao Yu!

Xiao Yu has left the palace!

His eyes lit up. “Where is the messenger?”

“At the entrance, waiting for a reply…”

“I understand.”

Xu Shu immediately grabbed his trousers, sprang up like a carp, jumped out of bed, and put on his shoes.

While tying his belt and running out, he disappeared in an instant.

Inside the room, the old Marquis and the doctor looked at each other in silence.

The old Marquis stared at the empty bed and rubbed his eyes.

After confirming he wasn’t hallucinating, he asked the doctor: “Didn’t you say he had injured his bones and tendons?”

“Why did he just… whoosh—and disappear?”

He looks completely fine!

The doctor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead cautiously.

“If nothing unexpected happened… the young master was faking it again.”

The old Marquis: “!!!!!”

“That brat!!! He nearly scared me to death!”

Meanwhile, inside the Regent’s Residence.

Feng Jingge was busy in the kitchen.

Today she planned to make something modern children absolutely love—fries and fried chicken.

Although this was an ancient fictional dynasty, the basic seasonings were still available.

But compared to modern standards, it was still lacking.

She could only make do.

She peeled potatoes, cut them into strips, boiled them, then froze them in the estate’s ice cellar.

She processed fresh chicken, separating the meat.

Chicken breast was minced and seasoned to make chicken nuggets.

Fried chicken pieces, chicken popcorn, wings… she was too busy alone.

So she called for backup—two kitchen maids.

After two hours of chaos, the fried chicken feast was finally ready.

Just as she finished plating, voices came from outside.

“So fragrant!”

“Of course it smells good—my Imperial Aunt cooked it!”

“Quick, quick! Let’s see what she made!”

The door opened.

Xu Shu led the group.

Xiao Yu followed second.

Jin Anhao third.

Chu Ning fourth.

And finally, Xiao Jinghan.

The kitchen maids were shocked.

“Oh my heavens, where did these four children come from?”

“And each one is so handsome!”

“Of course I’m handsome—I’m from the Dingbei Marquis household!”

Xu Shu flicked his sleeve proudly, then walked up and saluted Feng Jingge. “Greetings, Princess Consort.”

The maids’ expressions immediately changed when they heard the noble titles.

Realizing they might have offended important figures, they quickly excused themselves and left.

At the doorway, they saw Xiao Jinghan standing there. Their faces turned pale instantly.

They hurriedly saluted him and fled as if escaping a disaster.

Xiao Jinghan glanced at their retreating figures, then stepped into the kitchen and closed the door behind him.

Inside, aside from Chu Ning standing quietly aside, Xu Shu, Xiao Yu, and Jin Anhao were already crowding around Feng Jingge, chattering excitedly.

“It smells amazing!”

“Imperial Aunt, what did you make?”

Xiao Jinghan looked at this scene and suddenly felt a strange warmth.

For a moment, he seemed to see a future where he and Feng Jingge were married, with children surrounding her like this, asking for food.

A faint smile appeared on his lips.

Feng Jingge distributed the fried chicken drumsticks one by one.

Xiao Yu took his drumstick—but instead of eating it himself, he turned and handed it to Xiao Jinghan.

“Uncle, here.”

Xiao Jinghan was slightly startled.

He stared at the drumstick, unsure whether to accept it.

Xu Shu, already chewing on his own drumstick, pulled it back out mid-bite and stared at the scene.

He muttered inwardly.

With Grandpa’s teeth… he probably can’t bite this, right?

Feng Jingge smiled and helped ease the situation. “Your Highness, since the Emperor is giving it to you, just take it.”

“There are plenty more.”

Xiao Jinghan finally accepted it. “Thank you, Yu’er.”

Xiao Yu beamed, eyes curved like crescent moons.

“You don’t need to thank me.”

Then he turned to Feng Jingge. “Imperial Aunt, and you too—don’t call me ‘Your Majesty.’ Just call me Xiao Yu, or Yu’er is fine.”

Feng Jingge smiled. “Alright, alright.”

She handed him another big drumstick. “Here, eat this one too.”

“Thank you, Imperial Aunt.”

“You don’t need to thank me.”

Just then, Feng Jingge noticed Chu Ning still standing still.

She called out, “Chu Ning, what are you doing standing there?”

“Come get a drumstick. Don’t be shy.”