Fried food is relatively not that healthy, so Chu Qingwan didn’t cook too much to prevent the three little ones from eating too much.
Her cooking method was different from the chefs in the mansion. After it was served on the table, the three little ones were salivating.
Chu Qingwan put down the last fries and said, "It's too late for milk tea. We'll make it tomorrow."
The three little guys had no objection and looked eagerly at the fried chicken on the table.
Chu Qingwan said funnyly: "You can eat it."
Tuantuan first gave her and the old man a piece each, and then started to eat slowly.
Yuanyuan and Tiantian were more unrestrained. They washed their hands and ate the chicken legs directly, making their faces oily.
Chu Qingwan had no appetite and could only eat light side dishes.
When she was about to finish eating, Tiantian suddenly said "ouch".
Chu Qingwan hurriedly asked: "What's wrong?"
Tiantian said: "Mom made it so delicious, we all ate it and forgot to leave some for Uncle Mo."
Yuanyuan also reacted, looked at the remaining half of the chicken wings in her hands, and said tangledly: "How about...asking Uncle Mo if he dislikes me chewing the rest?"
Chu Qingwan raised his eyebrows and said, "I'll eat your food, but your uncle Mo has never eaten any delicacies from the mountains and seas, so he doesn't care about them."
"Who says I don't care?"
After Chu Qingwan finished speaking, Mo Jingyu's voice came from outside the door, and then Lin Yu pushed him into the house.
He glanced at the table and said a little aggrievedly: "It seems that I wasn't prepared for it."
Chu Qingwan wiped her mouth: "You came back so soon, I thought you would stay in the palace to have dinner."
Mo Jingyu said: "I'm not used to it."
Ever since he lost his legs in a conspiracy, he tried his best to avoid eating anything he was worried about. Even if he had to attend a palace banquet, he rarely used chopsticks.
The emperor stayed with him tonight, and the imperial kitchen even prepared his favorite dishes, but he didn't even look at them. He finished his routine report and went straight back to the palace.
An informant in the palace just now sent word that the emperor was furious because of this and reprimanded him for not knowing how to honor him.
Mo Jingyu responded with a sneer.
While he was thinking about the arms case, the smell of food wafted from the direction of Tao Ranju.
Mo Jingyu thought, Chu Qingwan had been tired for so many days, so he wouldn't bother him.
However, since they haven't seen each other for a long time, the three little ones should invite him to come over for dinner, so he would "reluctantly" agree.
Unexpectedly, the fragrance was thick and faint, but the three little ones were nowhere to be seen.
Mo Jingyu looked around several times, unable to sit still, so he came uninvited and asked very shamelessly: "What should I do?"
Chu Qingwan blinked: "I asked the kitchen to cook two dishes for you, what do you want to eat?"
Mo Jingyu naturally came to the table: "No need to bother, just add a pair of bowls and chopsticks."
Chu Qingwan felt it was not appropriate: "How about you go back to the palace to eat?"
Mo Jingyu pretended not to hear, picked up the chopsticks just brought by the servant, picked up the only piece of minced meat left on the plate, chewed slowly: "It tastes good, when will we make it again?"
Chu Qingwan pursed her lips: "It depends on your mood."
Mo Jingyu said "hmm" without meaning, and seemed to look at the chicken wings in Yuanyuan's hand casually.
Yuanyuan asked politely: "Uncle Mo, do you want to eat?"
The word "eat" swirled under Mo Jingyu's tongue, but he almost pushed it back: "Eat for you."
Even so, it took him a long time to look away.
Lin Yu rolled his eyes wildly in his heart, speechless and choked.
The chef of the prince's palace prepared a table of dishes, including chicken, duck, fish and meat, but his prince insisted on coming to eat the leftovers. He felt embarrassed even if he told the story!
Lin Yu sighed silently, and comforted himself: That's all, the prince has lived in darkness and coldness for so many years, and he finally has some hope for the future. It's good for him to be happy, as long as he's happy.