"You mean, you want to eat with me?" He yawned, and his eyes instantly became hazy.
"That's right, I happen to be hungry too, and you, Your Highness, can't finish all the food by yourself. It's a shameful waste. I've never had such a bad habit."
A beauty is a beauty, even her yawning posture is so elegant and beautiful.
Why does God treat him so favorably?
A man who is so handsome that he could be the most beautiful in the world, isn't this obviously going to harm the women in the world? [
Thinking that a handsome and romantic man like him actually fell in love with her, as a normal woman, although she was surprised and a little unprepared, she inevitably felt a little bit of vanity.
Lan Qingyue curled her lips, "Do you know that as a slave, you are not allowed to eat at the same table as your master?"
"I know, but His Highness has always been a casual person. I don't think you will be so rigid, right?"
His narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and the smile on his face continued, "You are quite good at making excuses for yourself."
Mu Lingyue saw that he seemed to be in a good mood at the moment, so she sat down opposite him, looked at him with a smile and said, "Your Highness, this osmanthus cake should be eaten while it's hot. It won't taste right when it's cold. Try it quickly.
How does it taste?"
Lan Qingyue has liked sweets since she was a child.
I have already smelled the aroma of this sweet-scented osmanthus cake. The light scent of sweet-scented osmanthus is mixed with the sweetness of honey, which whets your appetite.
Mu Lingyue put a piece of osmanthus cake into his bowl, with continued expectation in her heart, "Your Highness, give it a try."
The best reward for a cook is to eat all the food she cooks.
Of course Mu Lingyue also hopes that the things she makes will be liked by others.
Under her steady gaze, Lan Qingyue picked up the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in the bowl and took a bite.
The honey juice in the pastry flowed out, and he stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked it gently, making his already sexy thin lips even more moist and attractive.
He took a bite without making a sound, and there was no special expression on his face, making it impossible to tell whether he liked it or not.
"Your Highness, how does it taste?"
Mu Lingyue couldn't help but ask.
This person is really good. After all, she worked hard for a long time to make it. Whether it is good or bad must be evaluated.
Lan Qingyue glanced at her, but still didn't say anything, and silently finished the entire piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake.
Then...his chopsticks reached into the plate, picked up another piece, and finished it without saying a word.
After eating three pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cake in a row, he slowly put down his chopsticks, took a handkerchief and gently wiped the corners of his lips twice, and said with a smile, "This is the best sweet-scented osmanthus cake I have ever eaten."
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Mu Lingyue's eyes suddenly lit up, and she couldn't help but feel a little excited, "Really?"
This rating is really too high...
"Um."
She couldn't help but feel a little proud. What kind of delicacies would a person like Lan Qingyue not eat?
Being able to receive such a word from him made her happier than any other compliment.
She pushed the chicken porridge in front of him with a smile, and looked at him with her big dark bright eyes, "Your Highness, try this again."
Lan Qingyue was not hungry. In fact, he no longer needed to eat these grains from the mortal world.
At this level of cultivation, he only needs to absorb the essence of the sun and moon to maintain a long life.