3261. Chapter 3261 [Oriental] Is something wrong? 17
Wen Wan was turned away and stood there, not being able to move forward or retreat, and she couldn't bear to worry about her face.
The manager came in with something and saw her standing there, knowing that he must have been ignored by the prince.
With Wen Wan here, she couldn't tell the prince that these foods were made by Wen Rou himself.
So he advised, "Princess, the princess is sick these two days and is in a bad mood. No one likes to pay attention to it. Princess, don't mind."
"No, how could I mind?" Wen Wan smiled unnaturally, resolving some embarrassment.
"It's getting late. Should the princess go back and rest first? Just have us on the prince's side."
"But the prince's body..." Wen Wan looked at Dongfang Aoshi worriedly.
Dongfang Aoshi closed his eyes from beginning to end, without any movement.
"The imperial doctor has already visited him. The prince's health is not a big deal. You will be cured if you drink a few doses of medicine." While the manager was speaking, he winked at Wenwan and told her not to bother her. Dongfang Aoshi has a bad temper.
If he is angry, he will definitely not be able to take advantage of it. Everyone in the entire palace knows this.
How could Wen Wan not understand Dongfang Aoshi's moody temper?
Although I was reluctant in my heart, I couldn't say anything, so I stepped back obediently.
Seeing that Wen Wan had finally left, the manager sighed, "Prince, my subordinates have asked the kitchen to prepare some light meals, and the prince will eat something."
As he said that, he moved a small table over and prepared food.
Dongfang Aoshi frowned, opened his eyes, and shot at the manager with a sharp look.
Why didn’t the manager know that Dongfang Aoshi wanted to remove things by himself?
He smiled, served a bowl of porridge, and handed it over, "Prince, is this made by my subordinate who cheated the princess himself, so let's eat something?"
"Wenwan?" Dongfang Aoshi glanced at the thing on the table, his voice very dull.
Wen Wan appeared so coincidental, Dongfang Aoshi thought that things were made by Wen Wan.
"How could a young lady cook if she doesn't touch her fingers? "The manager put the bowls and chopsticks into Dongfang Aoshi's hands, "It was the second lady. My subordinate lied to her and said that a little nephew liked what she made.
The second lady is willing to cook.”
"Made it by Rou'er?" Dongfang Aoshi tightened his bowls and chopsticks, and suddenly felt appetite.
"Yes, the prince eats more. When making it, the princess asked his subordinates to try the taste, which was very good." said the manager.
Of course, Dongfang Aoshi knew that gentle cooking skills were very good.
In the past, when he was tired of eating delicacies, he often pestered gentleness and asked her to cook.
There is always a way to be gentle. It is very creative to make seemingly ordinary dishes, making people's index fingers very excited.
However, in the past, Gentle was willing to cook for him.
Now...but you have to be in charge of things and cheat...
Dongfang Aoshi pulled his lower lip sarcastically.
All of this was his own fault, and he was sorry for gentleness and did such cruel things and could not blame others.
Dongfang Aoshi took a small bite.
"How is it?" asked the manager.
"Yes." Dongfang Aoshi nodded and continued to eat.
Soon, all the food on the table was eaten up, and nothing left.
"If the prince likes it, I will ask the princess to prepare to prepare in the evening." The manager said while cleaning up, very happy that Dongfang Aoshi was willing to eat.
"She would?" Dongfang Aoshi's voice was hoarse.
"As long as the prince wants to eat, his subordinates will definitely find a way."