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There were also rumors that what was most admirable about Scholar Song was that after achieving the top scorer in the examinations, he neither flaunted himself in public nor held grand banquets. Instead, he stayed in Splendorous Garden every day, still immersed in his studies…
Upon hearing these rumors, Jiang Mixia was speechless.
Since the results were announced, Song Jingyun had indeed been very low-key and had politely declined many invitations, spending his days in Courtyard No. 8.
However, staying in Courtyard No. 8 was not for the purpose of studying, but rather…
“Dear, this meat is almost done, right? Can we eat it now?”
“Dear, for the lamb this time, I want less chili and more cumin.”
“Dear, the cabbage and tofu stew on the stove is ready, just add some cilantro and it can be served.”
“Dear, dear, these sour plums are so delicious, have a taste…”
Watching Song Jingyun feasting here, Jiang Mixia helplessly rubbed her forehead, “You’ve been eating even more these past two days. Be careful not to overeat.”
“I won’t. My stomach can hold anything.” Song Jingyun playfully patted his belly.
This was indeed the truth. Song Jingyun’s stomach seemed like it could never be filled, able to eat anything delicious.
Jiang Mixia couldn’t help but smile, “Even if you don’t overeat, your way of eating is quite exaggerated. It’s not like you won’t be able to eat these things in the future. There’s no need to eat so much at once.”
It was still a bit of a burden on the digestive system.
Song Jingyun, however, did not agree and even wrinkled his face like a bun, “After every exam, I have a few days of poor appetite. Everything will taste like chewing wax, and it’s hard to swallow. It’s uncomfortable. I need to take advantage of my good appetite now and eat more to make up for it.”
Jiang Mixia was speechless.
The way her little husband thought was indeed unique.
However, speaking of the palace examination…
Jiang Mixia handed a milk-scented steamed bun that was grilled on the small charcoal stove to Song Jingyun, “I wonder what kind of questions will be on this palace examination.”
Whether Song Jingyun could answer fluently.
“It doesn’t matter what the questions are,” Song Jingyun said nonchalantly.
At this moment, he was only concerned about how the stuffed bell pepper on the grill was cooking.
The skin of the bell pepper was slightly charred, showing a tiger-skin pattern, indicating that it was almost ready to eat!
As Song Jingyun spoke, he brushed a layer of rich sauce on the skin of the bell pepper with a brush.
Seeing Song Jingyun’s current focus on food, Jiang Mixia didn’t press further and instead concentrated on grilling the remaining meat and vegetables for Song Jingyun.
As for the palace examination, that was a matter for a few days later, to be discussed then!
In the following days, Song Jingyun continued to stay indoors, making all sorts of snacks with Jiang Mixia in Courtyard No. 8, eating until they were thoroughly satisfied.
However, while indulging in culinary pleasures, Song Jingyun did not neglect the homework assigned by his martial arts master. He continued with daily horse stance practice, boxing techniques, and lifting a small stone mortar…
The muscle lines on his body became increasingly smooth and fluid.
Soon, the day of the palace examination arrived.
The candidates had arrived early at the palace gates and, when the time came, were led by officials from the Ministry of Rites through layers of palace gardens to Zhongyuan Palace.
More than two hundred people formed a long line, moving forward slowly.
Because they had woken up early and the palace examination would last almost a whole day, the candidates had to avoid any impropriety in front of the palace. Before coming to the palace, they had all eaten and drunk their fill. Now, with their stomachs full and bloated, walking a bit made them feel much more comfortable.