I am four and a half years old, and I am the daughter of a villain and tyrant.

In the evening, the imperial dining room was brightly lit with candles.

Chengxi stood guard at the door, staring at the increasingly hazy sky with a chrysanthemum face, wondering what to do. The emperor had never cooked before, would he blow up the kitchen?

He vaguely heard the little princess' slightly mature voice: "Father, if you want to win the Queen's heart again, you must learn more skills. Cooking is a relatively simple and practical method, and girls can do it." She is a perceptual animal. As long as she still has you in her heart and she puts down her posture a little to coax her, she will be able to feel your intentions. After this, it is not impossible for old feelings to rekindle. Girls have delicate emotions and under certain circumstances , they are easily moved, they pay more attention to the sense of atmosphere, so I will be the one to check tonight, if the father wants the queen to be happy, it is not a dream."

Chengxi seemed to have opened the door to a new world. The eldest princess was young and mature, as if she had experienced many things and had more experience than him.

Xiao Wuji's expression was more serious than when he went to court. He didn't fully understand Xiaotuanzi's words, but he could fully understand the meaning. Xiaotuanzi was sitting on a high stool in a delicate red skirt, swinging his short legs lively, his eyes filled with laughter. The light seems to be full of wisdom, similar to Qing'er in Magnolia Lane back then, as bright and brilliant as pomegranate flowers. Unfortunately, Qing'er is now colder than Magnolia, which makes him not get enough of Xiaotuanzi. All the shortcomings he felt towards Qing'er were made up for by Xiao Tuanzi. He not only looked forward to Xiao Tuanzi growing up independently, but also wanted her to be a spoiled child in his arms for the rest of her life. He had already envisioned the scene in which Xiao Tuanzi would leave the palace and he would be all alone.

He seemed to have struggled with his psychology for a while before he said in a low voice: "Qiqi, I hope you will always be as full of vitality as the flowers in summer."

Xiao Qiqi stopped shaking her legs. There was a sadness on her father's handsome face, and her narrow but bright eyes were full of hope. No matter how small the little fat pigeon is, her wings are hard and she won't stay, she will fly out. A territory of its own.

Xiao Wuji's expression struck her soul directly. This was probably what a father looked like.

She was immersed in her father's love, bang!A large cloud of sparks and black smoke exploded in the kitchen, and her ears were temporarily deafened. For a moment, she felt like she was in the alchemy furnace of Taishang Laojun.

Dazedly, she saw a black hand grabbing her collar in the thick smoke, and her big eyes were filled with tears.

As soon as Chengxi opened the door and saw a dark thing, Xiao Wuji shouted loudly and shouted out. Her heartbeat accelerated and she was shivering in the wind. If I had read correctly just now, that should be the emperor's face, not a face. The wild boar had only one ring of hair burned off. It turned out that his hunch was right, the emperor was not suitable for cooking.

Xiao Qiqi dissipated most of the smoke. Seeing the honor of his father, his face turned dark. The hair hanging down by his face was burnt. He wanted to pick up a pair of big scissors and twist it.

There was black flour all over the floor. Xiao Wuji's expression was a little awkward. He hugged her and sat on the stove in despair, "Qiqi, am I stupid? I can't even cook."

To be precise, Xiao Qiqi wanted him to make a birthday cake full of love for the queen. This was already simple. She had a good temper and patiently put her little hand in his hand to encourage, "Father, when flour meets It will explode if it catches fire. It's not your fault. You have a heart that loves the Queen and you will succeed."

Xiao Wuji's big eyes were filled with hope again. In order to win the right to sleep with Qing'er, he decided to make a perfect cake even if he failed a hundred times.