What was worse was that the fishy smell in her mouth made her stomach churn.
"vomit……"
She quickly turned sideways and retched uncomfortably.
Opposite me, Feng Mulian frowned: "Isn't it right? Someone actually felt like vomiting after being burned by a fish?"
"vomit……"
The woman who was retching was pale and her body was weak.
"Hey, are you okay?"
"……fine!"
Chen Xi waved his hand, stood up from the fire, and took a deep breath.
The fragrance of the grass was carried in the warm air and flowed into her lungs. Her stomach felt better, but she was also hungrier!
Thinking that the bowl of porridge in the dining room would not be able to last her until dawn, she could only force herself to sit back in front of the fire.
Seeing Feng Mulian looking at her with strange eyes, she glanced at him lightly: "Did I affect your appetite?"
"A bit! Woman, are you sure you really don't need to see a royal doctor?"
"No need!" Chen Xi replied decisively.
After taking out the tomato sauce from the space ring and completely covering up the smell of the fish, she finally dismantled a fish weighing about half a kilogram and put it into her belly in a quarter of an hour.
Just as he was about to put out the fire and leave, suddenly, an angry voice came from the opposite side of the vegetable garden: "Damn it! Who roasted my fish?"
Suffer!
"Don't betray me!"
Chen Xi's figure swayed, and under Feng Mulian's stunned eyes, she swayed and ran away.
Zhu Xiangguo, whose spiritual power was only at the eighth level of the water system, saw a white shadow passing under the sunset from a distance. Before he could take a closer look, the shadow was nowhere to be found.
All that was left was an unruly back view.
He ran over angrily, shouting as he ran: "You bastards! How many times have I told you bastards that you can't touch the fish in this pond. All of you are...the Fourteenth Prince?"
Zhu Xiangguo was startled when the angry word "deaf" hit Feng Mulian's smiling face that turned sideways.
The livid complexion changed, turning red and white like a palette.
"The Fourteenth Prince, why is it you again?"
"Old Master Zhu, are you hungry again?"
Feng Mulian raised her eyes, with a hint of mockery in her peach blossom eyes, and looked into Zhu Xiangguo's angry eyes with a half-smile. He picked up the fragrant grilled fish and sniffed it in front of his nose, feeling satisfied.
The ground sighed: "Ah, it smells so good! Old master, come and try it and see if my skill in grilling fish has improved?"
"you!"
Zhu Xiangguo clenched his fists in anger: "Fourteenth Prince, how many times have I told you that you cannot eat the fish in this pond..."
"You have to wait until the holidays!"
Feng Mulian lazily picked out her ears, sneered, and said with a smile: "Old Master, for me, the days of Zunli Secretary are as happy as gods, and every day is a festival worth celebrating. Look, look.
Look behind you, the sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it would be boring if it were not accompanied by this delicious grilled fish."
As he spoke, he calmly and elegantly took a bite of the fish and smacked his lips at Zhu Xiangguo.
"You!" Zhu Xiangguo choked.
He was old-school, steady and unparalleled in his majesty towards everyone, but he was at a loss when it came to the man in front of him! This man who even Emperor Ling Xiao couldn't do anything to him.
He took a deep breath, knowing that his long speech had no effect on Feng Mulian at all, so he could only ask angrily: "Who was with you just now?"
Feng Mulian followed Zhu Xiangguo's gaze and landed on the seat where Chen Xi sat...