It doesn’t taste good? It doesn’t taste good and you didn’t even take your eyes away. It doesn’t taste good and you wolf it down?
The most important thing is, if it’s not delicious, you will definitely lie to me about eating it, okay Feng Xiaosan!
Although Xuan Yi was rigid and serious, he was still a young man, and his curiosity couldn't help but be aroused. Thinking that he had never said anything bad about Feng Wu before, he walked up to her and took a bib from Feng Wu's hand.
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Feng Wu: "..."
Xuan Yi didn't even look at Feng Wu. He found a seat next to Feng Xun and sat down. He picked up a pair of chopsticks and fished out a piece of elk meat from a basin full of red oil, then stuffed it into his mouth.
"Um?"
Xuan Yi's movements were frozen instantly!
so spicy!
So numb!
Hot sweat broke out from my forehead instantly, even my eyes were filled with tears, and even the hot air came out of my nose!
I was deceived by Feng Xun!
This was Xuan Yi's first thought. He immediately wanted to throw his chopsticks and leave, but
After the initial spicy taste, an unprecedented taste experience made Xuan Yi unable to stand up... It was such a weird feeling. Tears came out from the spicy taste, but he just couldn't bear to put away his chopsticks. What was going on?
With an attitude of studying, Xuan Yi picked up the second chopstick, the third chopstick, the fourth chopstick... Even he didn't know it, but the speed at which he picked up the food was getting faster and faster...
In the end, I was almost on par with Feng Xun.
Fairy Mu Yao was stunned: "..." It must be her illusion, right?
Feng Xun saw Jun Linyuan standing there with a frown, and immediately said: "Boss Jun, if you don't like it, why don't you leave first? I can guarantee that you will catch up as soon as we finish eating!"
Jun Linyuan's face had completely darkened, as black as a pot helmet, as gloomy as a black haze, and a cold air emanated from his body... The temperature in the entire room dropped several points.
Feng Wu looked at Feng Xun, then at Jun Linyuan, and greeted politely: "Why don't you, Prince Jun, come too?"
Feng Xun said vaguely while picking up the meat: "Feng Xiaowu, please stop talking, who is our boss Jun? In other words, Xuan Yi and I can eat the rough food you make. Is this food useful to us, our boss Jun?"
That’s blasphemy against him!”
Jun Linyuan: "..."
His face, which was already dark enough, turned so dark in an instant... that it was almost dripping with ink.
Feng Wu: "...I understand."
Feng Yiran glared at Feng Wu: "What kind of food are you cooking? How dare you greet His Highness the Crown Prince? Do you want to die?!"
As he said that, Feng Yiran nodded and bowed to Jun Linyuan, being so respectful and polite that it was almost flattering: "Your Highness, the chef in the palace is quite capable. Why don't you come with me and let's go to the main hall?"
Just when everyone thought Jun Linyuan would turn around and leave, he directly pushed Feng Yiran away, walked to the dining table and sat down, and the cold air continued to spread around his body.
Feng Wu touched her nose. Why did she look at Prince Jun as if he was angry? It was somewhat similar to her Feng Xiaoqi's childish look when she was angry.
No, no, who is Jun Linyuan? He was a powerful man who only became angry when he was angry. How could he be angry? Isn't that ridiculous?
Feng Xun was stunned when he saw Jun Linyuan sitting down. Then he realized what he was doing and said to Jun Linyuan with a smile: "This bacon stewed with radish is light and suitable for you."