Nan Ming gave her a gentle look and said, "It doesn't matter. Nan's elders are kind and kind, and I don't live in the imperial capital. I also have enough money, so I don't need your aunt to know how to cook or be a female worker."
Feng Weihuan raised his eyebrows and looked at the young prince proudly: Huh, my Nanming doesn't mind.
The young prince blinked: "Uncle Nan, you are such a good person." Auntie really got a big deal.
Nanming smiled and said: "Your aunt is better, she deserves the best in the world."
Feng Danyuan felt that if he continued to listen, he would throw up his dinner, so he quickly took the little guy and left.
The little guy hadn't chatted enough yet and continued to chat with his father on the way: "Daddy, can you cook?"
"Yes." I can scramble eggs with tomatoes.
"I want to eat daddy's cooking!"
Feng Danyuan was silent for two seconds and replied: "Then you should follow your aunt and eat Nanming's cooking."
The young prince blinked his peach blossom eyes, is this really okay?
Feng Danyuan responded with a confirming look, "Okay."
*
The young prince happily made Feng Weihuan’s little tail.
Wow, the food cooked by Uncle Nan is delicious!
As a result, Feng Weihuan couldn't get rid of his little tail.
At the dinner table, Nan Ming pointed with his eyes at the young prince who was enjoying his meal: What's wrong with him?
Feng Weihuan replied with his eyes: He said the food here is better, so he followed him.
Nanming was silent for a while, then took a piece of tofu for the young prince: "Why don't you have dinner with your father?"
The young prince raised his head from his rice bowl, with rice grains still hanging from the corners of his mouth: "Daddy asked me to come and eat with you!"
Nanming gritted his teeth and said three words in greeting: Feng, Dan, Yuan.
The young prince is a very discerning young prince: "Am I hindering your love for each other?"
Just as Nan Ming was about to reply "Yes", Feng Weihuan had already taken the lead and forced a smile on his face: "What's the matter?"
He wiped the rice grains from the corners of the little prince's mouth with a handkerchief, and told Nanming with his eyes: Sister-in-law has always taken care of me, and it's time for us to take more care of Xiao Yu.
Nan Ming:...Okay, for Wei Zi's sake.
A moment of weakness led to an embarrassing situation later.
At the next meal, the young prince came holding Princess En En's hand.
The young prince happily introduced to Princess En En: "Today, Uncle Nan is making pork belly wrapped in chicken, white-cut chicken, sweet and sour pork, boiled shrimp, and cabbage in soup. It tastes as delicious as 'Yipin Xian'!"
Princess Enen's eyes were shining brightly, but she was still a little embarrassed. She asked the young prince in a low voice: "Are we being too rude?"
The young prince turned around and asked Feng Weihuan exactly what he said: "Auntie, are we being too rude?"
Feng Weihuan smiled awkwardly: "I don't think so." After all, I didn't cook the food.
The young prince turned to Princess Enen and said, "Auntie said no, let's eat!"
Princess Enen smiled sweetly at Feng Weihuan and sat down with peace of mind: "Thank you, sister Weihuan."
When Nan Ming brought the food, his complexion was the same color as pork belly and chicken. It was one thing that he was willing to wash Feng Weihuan's hands and make soup, but he was not a cook!
Feng Weihuan glanced at Nanming cautiously: How about telling the elder brother to take Xiaoyu back?
Nanming was speechless: He would refuse outright, gloating that his little brat would continue to play tricks on us.
