When Feng Limo came over with the cheese cake, he happened to see Jiang Tingting sitting at the table with his face in his hands, staring at the bowl in front of him with great resentment.
The young man stepped forward lightly and stuffed a small piece of the cheese cake in his hand into Jiang Tingting's mouth.
Jiang Tingting felt the sweetness and softness, so she subconsciously opened her mouth and swallowed. The pastry was silky and soft in the mouth, with a very chewy texture.
"Is it delicious?" Feng Limo showed his big white teeth and looked at the woman with a smile.
Tasty but not as good as chicken thighs.
Jiang Tingting pursed his lips, said nothing, and continued to complain.
Feng Limo had never seen such a sulky and aggrieved expression on her face before, and felt strange and cute for a moment.
"Who offended my little princess?"
The young man placed the remaining pieces of cheese cake on the table. He said these words directly without thinking. It was only later that he realized what he was saying. He had already recognized her as his own.
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Jiang Tingting's lips twitched, and he was about to say it out, when Ruomian came in. After bowing, he saw that his princess had not finished her meal, and she frowned slightly, then sighed helplessly.
"Princess, why haven't you eaten yet?"
Ruomian stepped forward and touched the medicinal porridge, but it was already cold.
"Princess, I will go to the kitchen to heat it up for you."
"I don't want to eat this." Jiang Tingting felt aggrieved.
Ruomian is holding the cup and bowl, speaking sincerely.
"Princess, you are not in good health, you have to..."
Ruomian said nothing, but Feng Limo frowned and interrupted.
"Don't you understand? She doesn't want to eat, so take it off quickly."
The young man's eyebrows carry a certain fierceness. Ruomian is more afraid of Feng Limo, but this little prince of the prairie looks quite savage, as if he is about to hit someone after just a few words.
Ruomian was holding the medicinal porridge and had to evacuate under Feng Limo's sharp gaze.
Feng Limo looked at Jiang Tingting, his expression changed faster than flipping through a book, he was so gentle, he stretched out his hand to pull Jiang Tingting, as if he wasn't close enough, he picked her up and let her sit on his lap,
Smiling.
"Sick Yangzi, what's going on? I've never seen you so aggrieved. If you don't want to eat porridge, what do you want to eat? I'll go get it for you."
Jiang Tingting raised her arms and hugged Feng Limo's neck. This was the first time she had taken such initiative. Her peach blossom eyes seemed to have stars shining in them, which was very eye-catching.
Feng Limo's Adam's apple twitched slightly and placed his big hands on Jiang Tingting's waist.
"Huh?"
Jiang Tingting looked at him eagerly, completely unaware that he was using his appearance to commit murder.
"I want to eat chicken legs."
The voice is soft and light, just like crying.
Feng Limo's heartbeat seemed to have missed a beat, and the tips of his ears were slightly red. He felt like he was holding a rose that only belonged to him. A rose that had restrained all its thorns showed a softer side to him.
"Chicken legs." Jiang listened and said again, her expression was really unbearable.
Feng Limo blushed slightly, averted his eyes and pretended to cough.
"It's just chicken legs, okay."
Jiang Tingting heard the words, and in Feng Limo's invisible field of vision, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, with a hint of success.
Isn’t it easy to do this?
Was she wronged? Did she cry? She was pretending.
……
Feng Limo took Jiang Tingting and left the royal court, went to the market and found a restaurant.
Looking at Jiang Tingting with his eyes bent, he killed two chicken legs in one stroke and then stretched out his hand in vain to put the millet porridge next to it.