Chapter 103: You and I are both actors in the play 1
The recipes in the palace are completely new every season.
Helan Qin'er was only six years old when she first entered the palace. She usually studied and played with the two princes, but she did not show the mentality of a child.
Only when it comes to eating, she has the mouth of a greedy cat.
At first Feng Yao also felt that this little guy was too mature and restrained by those rules too well. He was also vaguely worried about her, fearing that she would forget that she was still a child.
Until one day when he found Qin'er drooling over a plate of exquisite truffle snacks, Feng Yao was pleasantly surprised and felt that he had found something precious.
Since then, truffle cake has become one of the delicacies that will not be replaced all year round.
Years passed by, and she didn't expect that this plate of snacks that once made her covetous would become the message he quietly told her, "I still remember."
In addition to truffle snacks, other side dishes are her favorite...
Sitting on her knees on the cold floor tiles, Helan Qin'er felt like crying without tears, her heart was sour and sweet at the same time.
After digesting it alone for a while, I carried the lunch box to the side hall.
It seemed like every corner in the palace was filled with indifference, cold and without any emotion at all.
Qin'er looked around. Even though she had more martial arts skills than ordinary fragile women to protect herself, her heart felt extremely desolate at this moment.
He buried his head and picked up the chopsticks, stuffing food into his mouth while crying.
She wants to take Feng Yao away, for sure!
Outside the Sutra Pavilion, Feng Ruohen stood beside the open pleated door, silently watching the figures in the side hall in the distance eating silently.
He saw that her beautiful side face was very stubborn, the glittering liquid was rolling down, and her eyes were scorching, as if she was unwavering.
His expression became darker unconsciously.
"Your Majesty, this..." Lu Youhou stood behind Feng Ruohen, holding a lunch box that was also taken from the imperial kitchen. The dishes inside were exactly the same as those that He Lanqiner got in his hand.
No difference.
Do you still need to take it in?
There was no expression on Feng Ruohen's face, but he raised his hand and waved lightly, "Take it off."