You cause trouble and I collect your body, the little emperor’s aunt abuses the scumbag again

"unreasonable!"

King Mo's eyes were dark, and he turned to look at Lin Shiyin: "Palm mouth!"

"what?"

Lin Shiyin's eyes widened in disbelief. In front of so many people, in front of Sheng Yuhua, whom she hated the most, King Mo actually asked her to slap him?

Seeing that she didn't respond, King Mo frowned, raised his hand and slapped her.

There was a crisp slap, and the face was burning with pain. Lin Shiyin was stunned by the beating, with tears in her eyes. Did he hit her?

"I'm sorry, little uncle, I didn't educate her well."

King Mo's expression was still gentle, but Lin Shiyin was as if she had fallen into an ice cellar. She wanted to question him, but she knew now was not the time to speak.

Fortunately, King Mo would not argue with a little woman like her. His expression was calm and his voice was low, but with a reassuring calmness: "Go to the private room first and see what you want to taste. If you are not sure, If you have any idea, let them serve one portion of each."

"You are too thin, won't the Sheng family feed you?"

"Husband, where can I find it? Is she losing weight?"

"Pay the full portion? Husband, do you want to feed the pigs?"

"If pigs were so difficult to raise, the owner would have already lost money."

……

The woman's soft voice gradually faded away, and King Mo's face became darker. His hands were clenched into fists, veins popped out on his forehead, and cold air flowed out of his body.

Lin Shiyin shrank in fright. This was the first time she saw King Mo like this.

The original grievances were choked in the throat, and I couldn't say a word.

She dared not say that she had never seen King Mo like this before.

She never knew when Sheng Yuhua began to occupy most of King Mo's thoughts.

"Your Majesty, please go back to the private room."

The waiter was also dumbfounded by what happened just now.

It seems that King Han is really more powerful than King Mo. If King Han says a word, King Mo's concubine will be beaten, but King Mo will do it himself.

"Ah."

In fact, he has lost interest in eating now, but King Mo himself doesn't know why he wants to stay here?

After a while, the waiter came over again, with a polite smile on his face: "Your Majesty, you can order porridge now."

"What do you want over there?"

King Mo didn't say which side it was, but the waiter was also a shrewd person. He hurriedly smiled and said, "I ordered more than a dozen copies. King Han always said that he wanted to make Princess Han fat."

"Then have some too."

King Mo spoke in a calm voice, while Lin Shiyin sat quietly on the side with a condensed expression.

Isn't this why I came to have a meal with her? But why don't you need her when ordering food?

She may not like what Sheng Yuhua wants to eat.

"Okay, my lord."

The waiter responded happily, and no one asked her what she wanted to eat.

The preparation of health-preserving porridge is extremely complicated and takes a long time. Fumanlou is cooked in advance, so it comes out very quickly.

More than a dozen bowls of porridge were placed on a large table, which was originally a very flattering thing, but Lin Shiyin was not half happy.

Black dates and longan glutinous rice porridge, red dates and pumpkin porridge, hawthorn and begonia porridge, yam and red dates porridge...

Seeing almost all the red dates inside, King Mo frowned. Do red dates replenish blood? What happened to Sheng Yuhua?

She suppressed her uneasiness, picked up a bowl, and tasted it in small sips.

When Lin Shiyin saw this, she also picked up the bowl closest to her numbly.

She carefully scooped a spoonful and put it into her mouth, but it was tasteless.

She looked directly at King Mo. In fact, her eyes were too focused. King Mo finally noticed her: "Is it delicious?"

Lin Shiyin nodded silently.

"I will ask them to deliver it to my house later. Women should eat more of this porridge."

King Mo said that women should eat more of this porridge, but Lin Shiyin felt a pang in her heart. She wondered who the woman he was talking about was?

The two of them ate some casually, and King Mo took a bite of each.

He called the waiter, pointed to three bowls among them, and ordered: "Of these three bowls, send one portion to Prince Mo's Mansion every day."

"This……"

The waiter was a little hesitant. Their Fumanlou porridge was never delivered outside.