Chapter 886 : The Master of the Great Palace of Huang personally cooks?!
It's rare for Yehuang to fall asleep so quickly...
Mu Yanli withdrew her hand and leaned quietly in his arms.
Although the herbal smell on his body was not that pleasant, she snuggled into his arms and soon fell asleep.
When she woke up, she found that she was covered with a thin brocade quilt.[
The people around me have disappeared.
It's already evening and the sky is a little dark...
Mu Yanli rubbed her eyes, got out of bed, and found that she was alone in the room.
She went out and looked around again, but didn't see anyone...
Suddenly, the aroma of food drifted into my nose with the breeze.
Mu Yanli took a deep breath and found that her stomach seemed hungry.
She touched her belly with her hand and walked slowly in the direction of the aroma of the food.
After walking for a while, I saw bursts of white smoke coming from the top of a small house.
She was stunned for a moment, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes.
This place is where Yehuang practices his martial arts.
On weekdays, no one else is allowed to come here at all.
Except for some of Ye Huang's confidants, no one knew about this place.
As for the people who can come in here, currently, it seems that except for her and Lu Shaoli, there is no one else.
With a curious heart, she walked towards the small room.
When she reached the door, she stopped.
He poked half his head over and looked cautiously towards the house.
Looking at it, she almost thought she was hallucinating.
Black hair in ink robe, slender figure, half of the face covered by a golden mask...
And the charming aura that emanates from every gesture...[
The person standing by the stove... is Ye Huang, right...
But...if he was really Ye Huang, how could he appear in such a place...
And...and...
In his hand, he actually held a spatula.
The pot is steaming...
Those beautiful hands that play the piano extremely well, draw extremely well, write extremely well, play chess extremely well, and kill people...
At this moment, he is wielding a half-meter-long large spatula...
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