Chapter 294 Addicted to the Food in the General's Mansion
Chapter 294 The food in the General’s Mansion is addictive
In the front hall, the servants served the food. Dean Chen and Sang Qi were already seated. In this short morning, the dean's face became darker and darker.
He really couldn't understand how the dignified prince could care so much about eating.
After only a few pages of the Guodian, he ate more than half a plate of pastries and drank two cups of milk tea.
Now I'm staring at a table of food again, it looks like...
"Prince, can you still eat it?" Dean Chen couldn't help but ask.
"It's acceptable." Although Sang Zhi wasn't very hungry, the food in front of him smelled delicious, and there were many novel ones that he had never seen before.
The pastries are delicious, and the food is even better.
"Although Prince's pastry and food are delicious, you should not eat too much. You must be in moderation, and you must learn to hide it. Even if it is delicious, you cannot show it. If you let someone know about it and use the food for manipulation, it will cause trouble." Dean Chen taught.
Sang Qi pursed his lips and glanced at the food before saying, "Dean, the student understands."
"As long as you understand, you are different from others, so you need to be more cautious." Dean Chen made careful remarks.
After all, he is an eight-year-old child, his childlike innocence is still intact, and he still has a lot to learn.
Ye Qianning and Sang Zhi walked into the hall and saw that Master and Sang Qi had already arrived.
"Master." Ye Qianning called.
"Dean." Sang Zhi saluted to the dean and then to Sang Qi: "Your Highness, the Crown Prince."
"It's useless to ask you to make mistakes in every classic." Sang Qi snorted disdainfully.
"Sit down, the food is almost cold." Dean Chen said, looking at Ye Qianning's wrapped hand: "Is the hand injury serious?"
Ye Qianning sat down and waved her little hand: "It's just a bit of skin damage. The injury is to my left hand. It doesn't affect how to hold chopsticks."
"Reckless." Dean Chen shook his head.
"Brother, sit here." Ye Qianning pointed to the seat beside him.
Sang Zhi nodded and walked over to sit down.
"Brother, what do you like to eat? The food here is delicious. I'll pick up the vegetables for you." Ye Qianning was almost standing on the chair, holding chopsticks in her little hands to pick up the vegetables in Sang Zhi's bowl.
"I'll do it myself. Sit down and be careful not to fall." Sang Zhi stretched out his hand to support her.
"It's okay." Ye Qianning sat down and said, "Brother, give it a try and see how our cook in the General's Mansion is doing."
"Yeah." Seeing that she was done, Sang Zhi picked up the chopsticks and tasted the dishes in the bowl.
Ye Qianning stared at him with big eyes. When he saw him eating several mouthfuls, he suddenly smiled and narrowed his eyes: "My chef cooks delicious food, right?"
"Yeah, it's delicious." Sang Zhi had never eaten such a sumptuous and delicious meal.
"It's delicious. Eat more. If you come to my house often from now on, my cook will know a lot." Ye Qianning kept chattering while eating.
Recently, the cook at home has become very good at cooking. She has poured some water from the well into the well, and the cooking and pastries are even more delicious than usual.
Some vegetables are also planted in the backyard of Fuzhong, and a dedicated servant is responsible for taking care of them. The vegetables are watered with well water, so they grow very well.
Of course, the little animals in the house are also very fond of it. Recently, she saw that the weasel family has gained a lot of weight.
Dean Chen lamented inwardly that the little girl was too kind to the eighth prince, treating him like a brother and even showing him his eyes. She was really caring.
Sang Qi's little face turned dark, and the two of them came in and ignored him. What a little brother and little sister. They were so disgusting that it made people angry.
As a result, people lost their appetite for food. They picked up the chopsticks angrily and put it into their mouths without knowing what kind of food they were picking up. The more they chewed, the more delicious they became, and they became addicted after one bite.
The suffocation quietly dissipated, and I could only focus on eating.
