Chapter 1973 The Phoenix Clan: Ruining Their Good Deeds
Feng Jiuer took a bite of each appetizer before thinking of the person behind her and turning around.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, what are you looking at?"
She looked at Di Wuya, whose eyes fell on the door of the wing, and tilted her head slightly.
Di Wuya remained silent and withdrew his gaze.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, aren't you worried that my cooking skills are not as good as those of Long Twelve, and I will dislike it?"
Feng Jiuer blinked her eyes, thinking it was impossible, but she also felt that the look in her man's eyes at this moment was just like this.
"I will work hard from now on."
Emperor Wuya bent down and took the chopsticks.
He picked up a small piece and looked at it carefully before putting it in his mouth.
Feng Jiuer looked at his serious expression and couldn't help but cover her lips and smile.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, are you serious?
You are already perfect in my heart, do you need to be more perfect?"
Di Wuya remained silent and continued to try the so-called appetizers in Long Twelve's mouth.
Feng Jiuer looked away with a smile, picked up a piece of cucumber, put it in her mouth and chewed it slowly.
Thinking of her man cooking, the smile on her face became even stronger.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, do you think if everyone saw you cooking, how would they react?"
Feng Jiuer raised her eyes and looked at Di Wuya.
She didn't forget that today he just pushed the stone mill casually a few times and already attracted countless eyes.
The scene of the God of War Prince cooking is extraordinary.
Feng Jiuer met the man's gaze and burst into laughter.
"Sorry! I don't know why, but I feel like you can't make delicious meals."
"Ouch!"
Feng Jiuer covered her painful head, her pink lips slightly twitching.
"It hurts! I always don't know the importance of it. If I knock it silly, will you support me?"
Di Wuya put down his chopsticks, put his big palm on the back of Feng Jiuer's hand that fell on his head, and rubbed it.
"Do you doubt my king's ability?"
Feng Jiuer pushed his hand away, turned around, and continued picking up vegetables.
"If it doesn't work, it doesn't work. There is no need to doubt it. Did you say that you have never entered the kitchen since you were a child?"
"Eat."
Feng Jiuer's head was knocked again.
Before she could turn around, Di Wuya said softly: "You're stupid, I will support you."
Feng Jiuer glanced at him, dropped her chopsticks, stood up, and hit Di Wuya on the head hard.
When Long Twelve entered, he saw that their superior prince was being bullied.
He coughed lightly and knocked on the door again.
Didn't the prince and Miss Jiuer hear the knock on the door just now?
Long Twelve lowered his head and stepped forward quietly.
Prince, just pretend I didn't come in, don't look at me! Just pretend I don't exist.
Long Twelve held his breath and concentrated, and finally reached the low table.
He knelt down and had just served two dishes. When he was about to stand up, Feng Jiuer's voice sounded.
"Long Twelve, just ask the other brothers to send it over. You hurry up and do it. I'm hungry."
"good."
Long Twelve just raised his eyes, then lowered his head, "My subordinates will go now, very soon."
Sure enough, it was a good thing to interrupt the prince and Miss Jiuer.
Before Long Twelve walked out, Feng Jiuer knocked Di Wuya on the head again.
This time, he was even stronger than before.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, does it hurt?"
she asked in a deep voice.
"It doesn't hurt."
Di Wuya took her little hand that she raised again, "Sit down, I won't be angry anymore."
Feng Jiuer frowned and shook his hand away. The hand that was about to hit his head suddenly came down and pinched the man's handsome face hard.
"If you're not angry, I'm still angry!"
There was a "bang" sound, and the sound of the door closing was heard, and Long Twelve left as if running for his life.
This chapter has been completed!
