Bihe picked at it and looked at it. It was still steaming. Some things should be eaten while they are hot. Her eyes glanced at Qing'er. He was injured and needed to be patched up. But the prince was here and he couldn't sit down openly.
Eat. Then you can try it, right?
She climbed onto the chair and squatted down to make herself more comfortable.
"He'er, this is very——" Second Miss Qin frowned and was in a dilemma. The prince was here, so she had to pay more attention.
Xiao Bihe looked at this sister as if she didn't understand.[
"A woman should not move her knees while sitting, and sit properly. I have taught you this." Miss Qin Er scolded softly.
Unexpectedly, the little guy blinked his eyes innocently and said, "Sister, I didn't sit down, I just squatted!"
The squatting is also very standard!
Second Miss Qin was slightly embarrassed and didn't know how to answer in front of the prince.
"Haha! That's right, she just squatted! She didn't sit down. Hee hee haha..." Unexpectedly, the prince staggered with laughter, "Fool, if the old witch is here, you will be dead. Hee hee!"
"Qing'er..." Suddenly, the little guy pursed his lips and looked like he was about to cry. When Qing'er asked a concerned question, he immediately continued, "I didn't do anything wrong, and the prince also said that he was not wrong.
Woolen cloth."
Chun Chun's eyes flickered at Qing'er, waiting for him to cooperate.
Qing'er pursed her lips, she was trying to amuse others, but he was happy to cooperate when entertaining others.
"Well, I did nothing wrong." Qing'er doted on her.
"Yeah! Eat something." She lay half-lying on the table and began to search for things on the table.
"Idiot, you can't be picky about your food, you have to eat it all."
"No! There's so much, I can't finish it."
"No matter, anyway, these things can't be left behind!" The prince also became stubborn.
The little guy pouted his mouth in dissatisfaction. This prince didn't want to make me happy, but he also wanted to make me happy.
"Qing'er, I want to eat this soup." Xiao Bihe pointed to the ginseng and black chicken soup in the middle.
Qing'er nodded, responded, picked up the small porcelain bowl in front of her, filled half of the bowl, and brought it to her.
She looked at it and smelled it, but didn't pick it up. "Qing'er, take the silver needle!"