Quick Transmigration System: Female Supporting Wish Letter

Chapter 732 Wife Lord, Please Come to Couch (30)

The blood on Feng Ling'er's face faded, and he looked at the back of Yun Zhewu leaving, as if it was a victor's gesture, which instantly hurt his eyes.

He bit his lip hard, and suddenly felt that he was such a failure, that he couldn't compare to Mr. Si Liu, or Yun Zhewu, because he was just a servant?

Why are they born as the sons of General Taifu, but they themselves are lowly slaves.

Strong resentment fermented in Feng Ling'er's heart, did the princess turn her head to look at him when he was as good as them?
It must be, it must be.

The long nails dug into the palm of his hand, and a drop of blood fell into the soil.

Ji Luo, who vomited blood, had a particularly good appetite at night, and the people in the kitchen understood her thoughts very well. The dishes for dinner were extraordinarily rich. The chicken looked tender and delicious, and the vegetables had a special flavor, like emeralds.

It's just that there are a few dishes that don't look very good, and the presentation is even worse. Among this pile of delicacies, they immediately pale in comparison.

Ji Luo doesn't like playing tricks like this anymore. He can tell at a glance that Yun Zhewu did it himself. Although his expression is trying to stay calm now, Ji Luo guesses that his hands trapped in his sleeves have probably been twisted into twists. Bar.

Yun Zhewu was willing to sit in this position and do these things for her, she was already very moved.

He is different from other men in this world. He doesn't know what gentleness is, and he doesn't know what virtuousness is. He doesn't try to curry favor with Ji Luo, and he doesn't even know how to cook.

Because his ambition is not here, he wants to fly and reach a wider world, instead of being constrained by the rules and regulations of this era like ordinary men.

She knows all this.

Ji Luo deliberately avoided the dishes made by Yun Zhewu. He had half eaten the rice, but his chopsticks did not even fall on the dishes made by Yun Zhewu.

At the beginning, Yun Zhewu was still full of expectations, but later, he began to count the rice grains one by one, wondering why she didn't eat what he made.

When it was very early before dinner, he went to the kitchen and was busy for a long time. He even asked his servants to teach him how to do this. Although the process was a bit tortuous, the result was still good.

Before dinner, he cooked a few dishes.

After waiting for a long time and not waiting for Ji Luo to taste it, Yun Zhewu's eyes were full of disappointment. Seeing that the rice in Ji Luo's bowl was almost bottoming out, Yun Zhewu couldn't hold it anymore and reluctantly said: "My wife, you Try these dishes."

After he finished speaking, he felt that he was so cheap, like a poor worm begging for mercy from his wife.

Ji Luo's chopsticks reached out to one of the dishes and picked up a piece.

The taste was so bad that it couldn't be compared with the others. Ji Luo vomited it out after taking a bite.

Naturally, she understood what she meant by this movement, and she tasted a piece of it right away. The salty and bitter taste in his mouth made him almost spit out the food in his mouth, but he couldn't even eat the food he made. Isn't it too embarrassing?

He had no choice but to bite the bullet and swallow the thing.

"You made this dish?"

"Yes."

Ji Luo sighed and put down her chopsticks. Seeing his decadent look, she felt that she should make things worse. She didn't save Yun Zhewu any face, and said bluntly: "It's really bad."

Yun Zhewu was a little annoyed immediately, he had done for her for so long, and it was fine if the other party didn't appreciate it, but he still made trouble like this, he knew that his workmanship was not good, and he was not as good as other men, but there was no need to be so shameless.

not to mention.
The bluegrass is still on the side.

(End of this chapter)