Because he was the dynasty’s Imperial Preceptor, the emperor had once wanted Song Yi to teach a certain princess. However, Song Yi refused, with the reason being that he felt that was too incompetent to teach a princess. In actuality, around that time, Song Yi and his wife had a daughter who he had carefully raised and taught personally. She had a sickly body, but her temperament had been very similar to his wife’s.
Unfortunately, Song Yi’s daughter died very young and, after that, Song Yi declared that he would not take in any more female disciples. Because he was aware of this background, the emperor hadn’t tried to force things. After all, he had felt that securing a teacher for the princess was not as important doing the same for a prince.
So Pengmo was very surprised that, after coming to Qinghe Town, Song Yi would have this kind of thought after meeting Su Tang. He muttered, “But the Princess Rui Xue*…”
Pengmo couldn’t help but give a reminder that the Princess Rui Xue had always wanted to become Song Yi’s disciple. Although, whether that was for the sake of learning, or for the sake of a certain handsome little ancestor, everyone knew it clearly in their hearts.
When Song Yi heard Pengmo mention Princess Rui Xue he hummed contemptuously, “Is she worthy to be my student? Her intentions are not pure.”
Pengmo really wanted to ask Song Yi: Which eye of his saw that Miss Tang’s intentions were pure? Didn’t she obviously seem to be much less pure intentions than Princess Rui Xue did? His master was clearly biased.
Song Yi could see what Pengmo was thinking at a glance, so he said, “That little girl also doesn’t have pure intentions but, although she is playing some small tricks, her only goal is to make clothes and she doesn’t have any other thoughts. That’s why her intentions can be said to be much more pure. Moreover, could her little tricks really work on me?”
“Hmph, why did I even decide to bring you along in the first place? Your cooking is so terrible. Anyway, let’s just see if she’s any good at cooking and, if she is, then I can let her cook for me while she’s making clothes.”
Pengmo heard Song Yi’s complaints and he could only apologize in his heart, ah~, he really couldn’t cook. He had always known that he was a terrible cook but, his master didn’t allow any outsiders in, so what could he do?
However, regarding the matter of intentions, Pengmo really wanted to say: Princess Rui Xue never showed any impure intentions, ah~, and she never did anything that would make her ashamed to look you in the eye. You’re so obviously biased, why is that?
Of course, Pengmo didn’t really dare say any of that out loud. He didn’t really care either way, so why would he look for a fight? Anyway, his master could do whatever he felt like doing. These sorts of big matters weren’t things that a servant like him needed to try to understand.
Meanwhile, Su Tang was working up a sweat in the kitchen as she put the finishing touches on some braised tofu. When she had seen that there were some grass carp in the kitchen, she had directly stashed them away in her space and then took out thirty grass carp fish balls, which she boiled to make soup. Then she made some stewed chicken with fresh chestnuts and hand-shredded lettuce, along with some potato pancakes. Of course, there was also plenty of the staple food, rice.
Pengmo reappeared to watch Su Tang as she finished the dishes one by one and, as he brought them out to the table one after another, he couldn’t help but swallow his saliva. He hadn’t had a proper meal in such a long time and he was really amazed that Su Tang could produce something that seemed so tasty compared to what he could make, even though they both used the exact same ingredients.
After she was done cooking, Su Tang cleaned up the kitchen and then went back to see Song Yi. “Master Song, is the food to your taste? I’m afraid I’m much more professional at making clothes when compared to cooking.”
Song Yi picked up his chopsticks and took a bite of a fish ball. When the fresh and tender tasting meat touched his tongue, his eyes brightened considerably. You had to know, what good food made by the famous chefs in Beijing hadn’t he eaten before? But nothing they had made was a match for these fish balls made by Su Tang.
He took bite after bite but eventually he couldn’t help putting down his chopsticks and looking over at Su Tang, “Well, it’s not bad. Try to keep it at this level for every meal from now on. By the way, your father is dead, isn’t he?”
Su Tang nodded while thinking: Why does this old man keep asking about topics that have nothing to do with making clothes?
The orange cat saw through her thoughts and sent a silent reminder: ‘It seems that this old man wants to accept you as his disciple. It also seems that he is very powerful, and some person called Princess Rui Xue desperately wants him as a teacher.’
*she’s ‘瑞雪郡主’ and according to wikipedia… Quote: “(Junzhu (郡主; jùnzhǔ; hošo-i gege), translated as “Princess of a Commandery” or “Princess of the Third Rank”. It was usually granted to the daughter of a qinwang. Also called heshuo gege (和碩格格) or qinwang gege (親王格格), lit. “lady of a prince of the blood”)”.
But I’ve never seen another translator use the term ‘Princess of a Commandery’ so I’m going to go with ‘Princess Rui Xue’