Could he be mourning the weathering of his dragon robe? The dragon robe, which costs 20,000 taels of silver, has been around for more than a thousand years, and with its antique value, if it can be sold, it will be afraid that it will be sold for thousands of dollars.
Ten thousand?
Originally, he could become a millionaire in modern times, but now he doesn't think about it. [26nbsp;] He suffered huge losses and probably was in a bad mood. She didn't dare to mess with him anymore, so she tiptoed to the kitchen.
Li Huan stood on the balcony for a long time, and the morning wind was very hot.
He heard the sound in the kitchen. When he went in, he saw Feng Feng boiling water and cooking noodles.
She wore a pink T-shirt, a pair of three-quarter white pants, barefoot, and a pair of sandals, and her hair tied into a high ponytail. She looked youthful and lively, and she no longer looked like she was yesterday's unkempt and dirty face.
Two large bowls of noodles have been cooked, and Feng Feng added a lot of "Laoganma" chili sauce to it. When he turned around, he saw him looking at him and glared at him, "What are you looking at? Have you never seen a beauty?"
"Do you think you're beautiful?"
Seeing that he didn't agree, she smiled and said, "I'm always more beautiful than you! Hehe, if you want me to say ugly things, I don't want you to eat."
"Is this what I got from my labor? Why are you?"
He said that this was obtained from his labor, and there was progress! Finally, I realized that every grain of food is hard work!
"Okay, from now on, you can clean the hygiene alone. Eat it."
She smiled happily, but he was so angry that he wanted to throw the bowl of noodles on the ground. Helplessly, his stomach, which was not full yesterday, was roaring, so he had to sigh "The King's Decline", took the chopsticks and started eating.
The peppers in the bowl made him breathless and his face flushed with coughing. However, this was the most delicious meal he had eaten in modern times.
Feng Feng smiled and looked at his embarrassed look. During the time she returned to the palace from the ancestral temple, he stayed in Zhaoyang Palace for a long time, and he had dinner with her every night. She knew he had eaten lightly (that
There were no peppers yet!) This time, I deliberately mocked him. Seeing that he was relished and had no words of bitterness, I couldn't help but feel particularly interesting.
He coughed fiercely, and she handed him a bowl of cold boiled water. He took a few sips and put it down. Seeing that she was holding a bowl as big as hers, she suddenly said, "Feng Zhaoyi used to eat a little bit of each meal...
Why do you eat so much?"
She really couldn't help rolling her eyes, so Feng Zhaoyi was weak and sick. Moreover, she was not Feng Zhaoyi.