(MTL)The girl who wears a book is very salty

Chapter 027

Chapter 027

    "You are a clever ghost." An Shu smiled helplessly, "Don't be restrained, let's eat quickly, the weather is cold, the food cools quickly, and it won't taste good when it's cold, you only ask if you haven't finished eating it. " Thank you,     wangfei

    !"

    "Princess's craftsmanship is really good. This is the best braised pork that slaves have ever eaten. It is not greasy at all, and slaves can eat three catties!"

The meat on your face, the princess has fed you fat, and you are only allowed to eat three pieces today."

    "Ah, Baici, you are so disgusting! Where did you get fat? The princess said it was called baby fat, which is cute     .

    "

Beijue returned from going out, and when he entered the door, he heard that Qin Xun said that the princess had cooked the dishes herself, and when he was waiting for him to come back for dinner, he involuntarily quickened his pace.

    Walking into Changhui Courtyard, before reaching the main room, I heard a silver bell-like laughter.

    In the house, the master and servant sat together, and several maids surrounded An Shu, scrambling to serve her dishes.

    Whoever An Shu ate the dish first would smile with a complacent face, not to mention that she thought the dish was made by her.

    The master and servant didn't eat two bites. They felt a shadow outside the door. Looking up, they saw Feng Beijue standing there. The food was too late to swallow.

    An Shu stood up, "Your Highness is back, have you ever had dinner? If you haven't eaten, the concubine will let the kitchen prepare it."

    "Don't bother." Feng Beijue sat down on his own, "This prince will eat with you. ." The

    maids shivered, how dare they eat at the same table with King Zhenbei?

    Cuizhu winked, and immediately removed their bowls and chopsticks, and brought them to Feng Beijue to serve with rice, "Wang Ye and Wang Fei are slow, the slaves and servants retire."

    Then he pulled the other three out of the main room.

    There were only Feng Beijue and An Shu left in the room. Feng Beijue picked up the chopsticks, put a chopstick of scrambled eggs with chives in his mouth, chewed and swallowed them carefully, with no expression on his face.

    Then he looked at An Shu, "What are you doing standing? Sit down and eat together."

    "Oh."

    An Shu sat down according to the words, picked up his rice bowl, and lowered his head to eat.

    At this time, Feng Bei Jue was introverted, and his aura was much softer, but he had been in a high position for many years, and he had his own coercion.

    An Shu finished eating a whole bowl of rice, but it was tasteless, more like doing a task.

    These dishes are very ordinary, and because the weather is a bit cold, the leek and eggs have a fishy smell, but Feng Bei Jue did not dislike it, and chewed slowly and elegantly, as if tasting a delicacy.

    When the plate bottomed out, Feng Beijue put down the bowls and chopsticks, "Qin Xun said, you are waiting for this king to eat, why not wait?"

    "..." An