Qiu Li was so shocked by such a face and such a character.

Zhao Ying stared at Zeng with his expression so serious that Qiu Li couldn't help but feel guilty and whispered: "This young master, the time for food has passed... Uh, the buns are really gone."

"Um."

Zhao Ying responded, and a little sadness appeared on Qingqing's cold face.

Qiu Li suddenly felt a sudden grip in her heart, feeling that she was simply a bastard.

Gu Xiang happened to come out of the kitchen. Seeing Qiu Li feel guilty, she was about to lie on the ground and look for a crack in the ground. She snorted and laughed.

When she looked up, she met Zhao Ying's eyes and couldn't help but be surprised. It turned out that the words "I'm like Dianmo" were not all the authors cared about | lust?

Some people's eyes can be so black and beautiful.

Zhao Ying saw Gu Xiang naturally, and her eyebrows and eyes spread out gently, and she chuckled, "Miss Gu, I haven't seen you for a long time, but how can you be safe?"

"Trust the blessing of the Duke of the State." Gu Xiang smiled, "These days have been quite smooth."

Seeing that Zhao Ying's face was a little white and transparent, she looked up at herself, and the corners of her eyes were slightly pink, which made people feel a little pity for no reason.

Gu Xiang was stunned, his face remained unchanged, but he complained about himself in his heart.

When she saw the school grass at school, she was not so greedy!

In terms of appearance, their school grass was an exquisite boy. Later, when they entered the entertainment industry, they were still an authentic beauty. They were not much different from Anguo Gong. Although they were incomparable in terms of temperament, they had no pressure to be greedy for school grass. Not to mention calling him "husband" behind his back, he just laughed it off.

Is ‘wife fans’ very strange?

Gu Xiang warned himself that you should not be ignorant about Duke An Guo, at least you cannot see it, and you cannot speak casually.

When she was casually casual, she went online with a group of silly netizens, calling her a handsome man's husband so much that she would be so affectionate. No celebrity would bother her. Now if she accidentally blurted out... Then Duke An Guo would be called a eunuch by her!

Gu Xiang couldn't help laughing.

This is much more terrifying than calling "husband" in modern times. Humiliation of the Duke of the Country is a serious crime, and it may be a lawsuit.

There seemed to be many thoughts, but it was only a moment. Gu Xiang felt that Zhao Ying looked at her a little 'greedy', probably because she was so hungry.

Gu Xiang suddenly felt a little soft-hearted and smiled slightly: "Duke, the buns are indeed sold out. Why don't I serve a bowl of porridge for the Duke and then bake a cake and try it?"

Zhao Ying naturally felt it was excellent.

Gu Xiang turned around and took a bowl, burned it as usual, and went into the kitchen to serve Zhao Ying a bowl of porridge.

Gu Xiang drank this porridge to nourish her body. She has been very busy recently and stayed up late. Although the time is short, she will not cause any great harm to her body. She is still worried.

Gu Xiang has always been good to himself now. He used the best pearl rice and black rice for rice. The soup he cooked was to hang out the pig cartilage. After it was clear, it was as clear as water. Add some wolfberry yam. The rice grains were all blooming. The whole pot of porridge was filled with treasure. After the cooling, add a little honey and freshly picked and chopped radish tassels.

The most important thing is to make porridge, and it is impossible to be careless at all.

Whenever Gu Xiang cooks porridge, he has to prepare and cook it every day. This porridge is only for his own people to drink, and he never has the intention of taking out.

As soon as the porridge was served, Zhao Ying smelled a strange fragrance, but he rarely left for a moment.

The bowl is green in color, Gu Xiang's fingers are pink and tender, and they can be painted together. Zhao Ying's eyes couldn't help but fall on her small and cute fingers, and some distracting thoughts suddenly arose in her heart. Fortunately, it was only a moment. When he bought the bowl of porridge, he scooped up a spoonful of them and his eyes were filled with glory.

It's so fragrant, soft and glutinous, melts in your mouth. The coldness of winter seems to dissipate with this bowl of porridge, and the fatigue of many days seems to be gone.

Zhao Ying lowered her head and earnestly, ate every grain of rice into her stomach bit by bit, and her expression showed a little piousness.

Since he was born, he has a slight odor in his food and feels so disgusting that he can eat even if it is original and doesn't even add salt.

The late emperor, the queen mother, and His Majesty all loved him, and many miraculous doctors invited him to see him, and they always did useless work.

Those who resent him are privately spreading, saying that he did not practice in his previous life and was full of evil. God punished him not to be in the smell of fireworks on earth.

Zhao Ying didn't mind the gossip of these people. Later, he became used to it. He was not a person who could not endure hardships and could not endure hardships. No matter whether it was bitter or fishy or smelly, as long as he could keep him alive, he was just taking medicine. What's the point?

Later, when he ate the dishes made by Chu Gu, he sometimes thought that perhaps his tongue was so picky, not a punishment, but God had his own arrangements, just to make him more sensitive when he met his confidant.

Zhao Ying raised her eyebrows and showed a gentle and affectionate smile: "It's delicious."

Gu Xiang was stunned for a moment and laughed: "It's good if the prince likes it."

As he said that, he rolled up his sleeves, cleaned his hands again, raised a piece of tenderloin, picked up a knife and chopped it into pieces, added two egg whites, picked and selected and added some seasonings, and patted the filling evenly without any weight across the kitchen knife.

She happened to have two and a half pieces of dough that were ready to be used for pancakes. At this time, there was no need to knead the dough. A piece of dough was pulled into long strips, and gently rolled up a piece of meat filling, and flattened it. She did not use a rolling pin. She kneaded it into a dough with her hands. She added a piece of grease to melt it in the pan. She threw the dough into it and baked it slowly over low heat.

In just a moment, a strong and unignorable fragrance broke out from the pot.

The grease flowed halfway onto the dough, and it seemed as if a layer of golden sand was plated on the dough.

Gu Xiang stared at the fire, calculated the time silently, and took a shovel and took the cake together for a while, and then fell into a small bamboo basket next to him and handed it to Zhao Ying. He smiled and said, "Okay, please use it, Duke Guo."

"Gudu!"

The guests in the teahouse could not sit still, and they looked around one by one.

Magistrate Wang swallowed and whispered: "It seems delicious!"

Just smelling the smell, he felt that the buns he ate in the morning were not at all troublesome, and he had to eat two cakes to look good!

A hint of pride suddenly appeared in Zhao Ying's eyes. He reached out to pick up the cake, not afraid of being hot, so he lowered his head and took a big bite.

Zhao Ying squinted her eyes unconsciously after enjoying this bite.

The outer skin is slightly crispy, soft and fragrant inside, with layers of texture, and the meat is fragrant but not greasy. It is a surprise to every bite!

He ate delicious food with cakes and porridge.

Magistrate Wang secretly grinded his teeth and plucked up his courage, but he did not dare to come forward to complain that Mrs. Gu was partial.

He was afraid that he would complain, so he would never speak again. Humph! It doesn’t matter, he could order cakes at noon, and he could still eat the dishes cooked by Chu Gu in the evening, and he could have two more meals tomorrow!
Chapter completed!