3249. Chapter 3249 [Oriental] Is something wrong? 5
"Do you want something to eat?" the manager asked while packing his things.
Dongfang Aoshi shook his head and said he didn't want to eat it.
"Your Majesty, you haven't eaten for four days. If you continue like this, your body will not be able to stand it. I'm going to ask the kitchen to make some porridge to cushion the prince's belly." The manager was really worried about Dongfang Aoshi's body.
Dongfang Aoshi still shook his head.
"Your Majesty, you'd better eat something..." The manager continued to persuade.
Dongfang Aoshi frowned impatiently, ignored him, leaned there powerlessly, closed his eyes and rested.
I drank too much alcohol and my stomach seemed to burn something. It was very uncomfortable and I couldn't vomit it out...
"Mr. Wuming, look..." The manager could not persuade Dongfang Aoshi, so he seemed to Wuming seek help.
Wuming glanced at Dongfang Aoshi's thin cheeks and sighed silently, "Prince."
"Yes." Dongfang Aoshi leaned there without even opening his eyes and waved, "I am tired and want to rest."
"The princess made some porridge in the kitchen in the morning. Should the prince eat something hot?" Wuming heard from the servants. Wenrou went to the kitchen this morning because they were taking care of Dongfang Aoshi and did not take care of her breakfast.
Only when you are gentle can you cook something by yourself.
When I entered the kitchen just now, Wuming noticed that there was indeed porridge on the small table, and it was not finished yet, and most of the leftovers were left.
Dongfang Aoshi stumbled slightly, his eyes suddenly opened, and his sharp eyes swept towards the manager.
The manager was startled and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead, "Prince?"
"I am hungry," said Dongfang Aoshi.
"I asked the kitchen to prepare immediately." The manager didn't understand Dongfang Aoshi's meaning and turned around and was about to leave.
Wuming quickly grabbed the person, "No need to worry, the princess cooked porridge in the morning, just heated it up and brought it to the prince."
"But that's the rest..." said the manager embarrassedly.
The prince is very picky and never eats leftovers-
The manager has been in the royal palace for so many years and has never seen Dongfang Aoshi eat anything else next to him.
Except for the former princess who had not left yet, the prince would help solve the remaining things that had been left by the former princess...
never mind.
So many years have passed, and people are dead, so it’s meaningless to mention them again.
The manager sighed silently.
"It's okay, let the kitchen heat up." Wuming said.
The manager glanced at Dongfang Aoshi, but did not see the unhappy expression on Dongfang Aoshi's face, nodded and went down.
"I still have some things to deal with, the prince himself has no problem?" Wuming asked.
Dongfang Aoshi waved his hand.
Wuming instructed the maid to take a good look, and if there was any problem, he would look for the imperial doctor, and then he turned around and left.
"Master, do you really have to bring this porridge to the prince?" the maid asked while holding the bowl.
"Do more and talk less." The manager glanced at her, put the porridge into a bowl, and covered it with a lid to prevent it from getting cold.
"Yes." The maid knew that she was talking too much, so she quickly reflected on her.
The manager checked and confirmed that the things were all ready, so he took them over.
When they returned to the room, Dongfang Aoshi fell asleep leaning against him.
The manager did not dare to quarrel with him, so he covered Dongfang Aoshi with a blanket, waved his hand, and signaled the maids to take the hot porridge back to keep it warm first.