Even if you have the skills, you don’t have the financial resources.
Yue Lin'er comforted her and said, "Sister, what are you afraid of? As long as you become the princess, what kind of soup can you make for the prince?"
No matter how valuable it is, the prince will not feel sorry for it.
Yue Feng'er nodded, looked at the pot of soup, and licked her lips, "Lin'er, try it and see how it tastes. Next time we will stew it for the prince to drink."
The two sisters are also quite capable. Not only are they beautiful, but they can also read, play, calligraphy, and calligraphy, and they are even more proud of their role as female celebrities.
He is good at tailoring, embroidering, making soup and cooking.
Especially my younger sister, she has a very good tongue. Once she tastes it, she can basically tell everything.
In the past, she let her sister taste the soup that Su Mo sent her, and then carefully cooked it herself, and she could basically get the same taste. Then she changed Su Mo's soup. The prince drank it very well and didn't feel anything wrong at all.
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This shows that the prince is not unable to accept her, he just needs time.
Yue Lin'er nodded and said with a smile: "Look at me."
She used a soft cloth to hold the lid of the casserole, and the steam was steaming, and the aroma filled her nostrils.
She picked up a spoon from the gold-painted pastel porcelain bowl next to it, took a sip of soup, blew on it to check the temperature, and put it straight into her mouth.
Seeing her using the prince's spoon, Yue Feng'er didn't know why, her throat tightened and she pursed her lips subconsciously.
Yue Lin'er squinted her eyes slightly, feeling a refreshing fragrance in her mouth, and the taste...
Eh...the taste is indescribable, delicious and indescribable.
She took a second sip, then a third sip...
Yue Feng'er was anxious, "Lin'er, is it really that delicious?" She thought she might as well change the spoon later, "I'll give it a try."
She grabbed the spoon impatiently, scooped up the soup and was about to drink it. Suddenly Yue Lin'er knocked the spoon from her hand and scratched her throat with a painful expression.
Yue Feng'er was startled, and hurriedly supported her, saying anxiously: "Lin'er, Lin'er, you, what's wrong with you?"
Yue Lin'er only felt that her throat was numb and numb, and it hurt like a knife cutting her, but she couldn't tell exactly what it felt like. All in all, she felt extremely uncomfortable. She wanted to say it was painful and itchy, but she was so anxious to scratch it herself that she couldn't speak.
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Yue Feng'er hurriedly shouted and asked someone to call the imperial doctor.
The girl outside angrily ignored her and asked the royal doctor. Did she really think she was a princess?
