She quietly held his hand and shook her head: "No, it's not him. After I grabbed him, I ran a distance before being injured by these dead branches. I was deliberately relying on him."
Luo Jia was both funny and angry. This little thing has always been tricky.
"Fangfei..."
"Your Majesty, let's have dinner first, so hungry. I didn't eat at noon, and I guess you didn't eat either. After stewing the meat, I'm embarrassed to eat it first, so I've been waiting for you..."
"Fangfei, high priest..."
"Your Majesty, let's have a meal first."
She spoke softly, and even if Luo Jia was so anxious that his throat was smoking, he couldn't say anything. He had to rely on her, completely unaware of why she was so vague.
This is related to her own safety! Shouldn’t she be panicking first?
But she is fine. The only thing in the world is the food in front of her.
At this time, the little man is not panicked, and the little man is a god of food. The god of food is the god of food.
Next to it is the pot that just came from the Red Clouds - it is actually a kind of cauldron, a small copper cauldron. The meat stewed with this cauldron has the most pure taste. The meat of deer is stewed from this cauldron.
It can keep warm again, and when the lid is opened, it is still boiling.
Fangfei reached out and served the rice. Luo Jia hurriedly said, "Fangfei, your leg is injured, rest quickly..."
She glanced at him: "My leg is injured, and my hand is not injured. Besides, it's just scratched. It's healed in less than ten days and half a month. It's nothing great." She said, scooping a bowl of Gulu's hot
The soup was placed before him: "Your Majesty, eat it soon."
"It smells so good." He picked it up, scooped a spoonful of spoons, took a sip, and put it down. The meat was stewed, sweet and fragrant, and the layer of oil on the noodles was filtered.
It removes greasy and is very light, which really highlights the true nature of the meat.
"Fangfei, it's so delicious..."
"It's a pity that I've only stewed for two hours. If it were three hours, it would be better..."
"Is that so? I think it's good enough, it's much better than the craftsmanship of the Royal Chef... Well, no, your leg is injured. Didn't you stew it today? Who stewed it for you?"