My Empress is My Bad Girl

Zhao Yuanjing's eyes swept away, and he saw two plates of red and oily vegetables on the small table of the main seat.

Without waiting for others to speak, he just walked over and sat down.

His initiative made Lin Fengyi happy.

After all, it was her birthday, and the master still gave her a face.

So each sit down.

Lin Fengyi also took out the fine wine she treasured and poured it on the prince herself.

"Master, have a drink." She pinched the glass with her slender fingers and brought it to Zhao Yuanjing's mouth.

Zhao Yuanjing pushed her away: "Go, don't delay your father's food."

Lin Fengyi: "..."

Concubine Chen side wanted to laugh when the prince didn't give Lin Fengyi face so much.

Zhao Yuanjing looked at the two dishes on the table, and ignored Lin Fengyi's expression. He pointed to the dishes and asked, "What is this?"

Fei Chen and the others then turned their eyes to the two greasy dishes.

Because everyone eats separately, each person has a small table, although he smelled some strange smells before, no one cared much.

They were also surprised when they saw the food on the Prince's table.

"What kind of food, that smell..." Consort Chen covered Qiong's nose with her veil, and did not hide the disgust in her eyes, "It looks so disgusting..."

Lin Fengyi frowned when he saw it, then turned to ask the maidservant: "What is this, dare you bring it up?"

The maidservant said tremblingly: "The small kitchen is specially made for His Royal Highness."

In the past two days, not only the prince, but the other three masters also ate the new dishes in the kitchen and were all satisfied.

Concubine Chen said: "Don't they know that His Royal Highness has a bad appetite? It's a shame to get such a stinking thing for His Highness to eat!"

What she said was obviously reprimanding the kitchen, but in fact she secretly scolded Lin Fengyi.

Lin Fengyi couldn't hear it.

She also hated her in her heart, thinking that she must clean up the hooves in the kitchen later.

"Master, all the slaves were too careless and let this kind of thing go to the table. The slave took it away." Lin Fengyi stepped up aggrievedly and stretched out her white and slender fingers, trying to carry the food down.

Snapped.

Zhao Yuanjing knocked his chopsticks on the back of her hand, and said unhappily: "Did you make you mess with your master's food?"

Lin Fengyi hissed and withdrew her hand, a bright red mark appeared on the back of her hand.

Her tears rolled in her eyes: "Master..."

Zhao Yuanjing glanced at her: "Not going back?"

Lin Fengyi didn't dare to resist her orders, so she had to return to her seat with aggrieved tears.

Concubine Chen's side was very happy when she saw that in her heart, and she wanted to beat the gongs and drums to celebrate.

What if you are Hu Meizi, I won't eat yours!

Zhao Yuanjing has picked up the chopsticks and put a piece of meat in his mouth.

hot.

Fragrant.

Zhao Yuanjing ate it and quickly added a second piece of meat.

His fair and handsome face instantly turned red, and when he ate the third piece of meat, his stiff nose began to sweat.

Liu Dequan, who was waiting by his side, quickly offered tea.

Zhao Yuanjing drank a big sip of tea, and after a while, the red on his face gradually faded.

He asked the maidservant: "What is this called?"

"This is boiled pork slices." The maidservant replied hurriedly.

Zhao Yuanjing nodded slightly, then picked up the next plate, put a piece in his mouth and chewed.

Well, it smells a bit weird, but it's chewy and delicious.

And not too spicy.

So he ate five or six yuan in one breath before stopping his chopsticks.

Liu Dequan and the servants were stunned.

Concubine Chen Fang, Lin Fengyi and Guo Liangyuan also stopped eating, just watching him eat.

When did the prince’s appetite become so good?