ASTRP -Chapter 46 Feng Jingge Cooking for the Prince

“I don’t want to go.”

“If you don’t go, what if my prince starves?”

Feng Jingge: “……”

“I don’t owe him anything!”

In the end, Feng Jingge still went—not because Qing Shan’s words worked, but because the one who would go hungry was her own body.

“Bang bang bang…”

She knocked on the door in obvious irritation.

But there was no response inside. Not even a sound.

Feng Jingge turned to Qing Shan behind her. “Are you sure your prince is in there?”

Qing Shan nodded vigorously like a bobblehead.

Feng Jingge pursed her lips. “I have no patience. I’ll count to three. Either you open the door, or I kick it open.”

Qing Shan didn’t step forward to stop her, silently retreating to the side.

If his prince got angry later, it would be this woman’s fault—not his.

“Three.”

“Two.”

“One.”

Still no movement.

Feng Jingge got angry.

Damn it, you’re really pushing your luck!

She stepped back, rolled up her sleeves, lifted her leg, and aimed at the door.

Just as her kick was about to land—

The door suddenly opened.

Xiao Jinghan stood at the doorway, looking at her with ice-cold eyes.

Feng Jingge’s heart tightened. She pulled back her leg, but her body couldn’t stop its momentum and lunged forward.

And she fell straight into his arms.

Right now, Feng Jingge was using Xiao Jinghan’s tall 1.88m body.

So when she fell forward, both of them went down together without any suspense.

They crashed heavily onto the ground.

Feng Jingge ended up on top of Xiao Jinghan.

And her lips… were pressed against his.

Qing Shan: “??!!”

Better run while I still can.

After all, he was the one who brought her here.

Feng Jingge: Huh?

Something soft…?

She opened her eyes—and met Xiao Jinghan’s murderous gaze.

Instantly, she snapped back to reality and realized what that “soft thing” was.

Her face turned bright red in an instant.

Just now… she actually—

She scrambled off him in panic.

Xiao Jinghan’s face was darker than a pot bottom.

Feng Jingge stood there, face burning, head lowered, staring at the ground.

She wanted nothing more than for the ground to crack open so she could crawl inside.

Xiao Jinghan looked at her flustered state. A thought flashed through his eyes—almost a smile—but it disappeared instantly.

He coughed lightly and said coldly: “Don’t worry. This prince will take responsibility.”

“Responsibility?” Feng Jingge snapped, “You have to take responsibility! That was my first kiss!”

Xiao Jinghan frowned slightly. “First kiss?”

That phrase sounded oddly familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

“Follow me. I’ll take you somewhere.”

Without waiting for a reply, Feng Jingge turned and walked ahead.

Xiao Jinghan followed behind her.

Qing Shan, seeing them leave, immediately lowered his head and turned away, trying to minimize his existence.

After walking a distance—

“We’re here.”

Feng Jingge stopped and looked at him.

Xiao Jinghan raised his head and saw the sign above.

Kitchen.

“This is where you brought me?”

“Yes.”

She took out the kitchen key Qing Shan had given her, inserted it into the lock, and turned.

Click.

The lock opened.

She pushed the door open.

Inside, she lit the wall lamps with a fire starter, and the dark kitchen instantly brightened.

She walked around once.

Perhaps Qing Shan had already arranged things—ingredients were neatly placed on the counter.

Everything she needed was there.

She turned back to the door.

Qing Shan was guarding outside.

She leaned closer and whispered: “Stand a little farther out. Warn me immediately if someone comes.”

“And if anyone asks, just say I angered the prince and he punished me to cook as apology.”

“Don’t let anyone near.”

“Yes.”

The door closed again.

Xiao Jinghan looked at her. “Don’t tell me… you’re cooking in the middle of the night?”

“I don’t want to either. I just don’t want someone starving to death.”

“Still acting like a child, refusing to eat when angry.”

Xiao Jinghan ignored her.

Feng Jingge put on an apron and asked casually: “Can you light a fire?”

“Yes,” he replied.

“Really?”

Before she could doubt further, he had already proven it—starting the fire efficiently.

Once the fire burned steadily, he said calmly: “Basic survival skills are necessary.”

Feng Jingge: “……”

She washed the pot, heated it, added oil.

When the oil melted, she cracked two eggs and dropped them in.

The sizzling aroma filled the kitchen instantly.

Xiao Jinghan, who originally didn’t feel hungry, suddenly felt his stomach growling.

After frying the eggs, she added water, then noodles, then greens.

She turned to him. “You eat greens, right?”

“Yes.”

The noodles cooked quickly.

She seasoned it, then plated it.

Two fried eggs on top, a sprinkle of scallions.

A simple bowl of fried egg noodles.

She handed him the chopsticks. “Try it.”

Xiao Jinghan took them and stood up.

But when he saw the bowl, his pupils contracted.

His hand trembled slightly.

Why… was she making this?

Feng Jingge stirred the fire casually. “So? How is it? Good?”

No response.

“Don’t tell me it tastes bad… I’ve made this hundreds of times.”

She stood up, walked over, and saw him frozen, staring at the bowl without eating.

She panicked and nudged him. “Hey, what are you doing? Eat it! It’ll get soggy!”

Is he starving out of his mind?!

Xiao Jinghan finally snapped back.

He turned to look at her and asked: “What is this dish called?”

He already had an answer in his heart—but he wanted confirmation.

Feng Jingge answered without hesitation: “Fried egg noodles, of course!”

Xiao Jinghan’s expression changed.

And the way he looked at Feng Jingge… shifted completely.