The Main God Space is Coming

Immediately, he was not interested in listening, and directly scooped up the soup and chicken and ate it.

Gui Shan stared at Jiashan for two or three seconds, and after chewing the words several times in his heart, he also started to eat.

Anyway, just eat it in your stomach first.

The chicken soup, which was still relatively hot, poured into the throat and stomach from the tongue, and several girls groaned slightly in unison.

Sirou nodded vigorously: "It's really good, I'm sure of it."

The moment I drank the soup, it was like being tightly wrapped in the warm sunshine of early spring, a very delicate feeling.

Although it is not the kind of pleasure of eating spicy food, it is comfortable!

Ning An didn't speak, and concentrated on solving the chicken soup.

After Jiashan ate a bowl, he smiled and stopped to continue eating.

"Very good, it would be even better if you know how to do it."

"This kind of recipe is probably passed down from generation to generation."

Si Rou said with a firm tone.

Jiashan exhaled lightly: "That's right, so I won't force the head of the imperial dining room. It is said that they are all over 80 years old."

Ning An's eyes widened, and he let out an "ah".

She still wants to have one every day.

But it is hard to let the elders in their 80s work hard to cook this dish... how is this possible.

And it doesn't fit her morals either.

It’s rare for Gui Shan to say: “It’s hard to cook at such an age…”

The power of power is really terrifying.

Naturally, she could see the purpose of the supervisor of ceremonies to seal the eunuch Lu Fang.

Anyone with a discerning eye could detect Chi Guoguo's overtures.

The national teacher who is still in retreat is aloof, even the emperor is vaguely flattering him.

People with good political sense will of course know how to do it.

"The elders in the Xiyuan duty room often want to come over. Fortunately, the emperor restrained us, otherwise we would have no place to chat~"

Jiashan usually chatted about other things.

Gui Shan's heart shuddered, and he once again sensed some kind of storm gathering.

Cabinet, emperor, eunuchs...

"This is impossible," Si Rou raised her brows with an unhappy look on her face, "If those old men also come here, where are we going?"

The palace is the prison cell, and it is controlled by this and that.

After finally finding a comfortable place, she couldn't bear to give up.

As for the so-called master, the master of the house, she has simply ignored it.

He is in seclusion all day and night, similar to cheap father, there is no difference between having and not having.

"Whoo~"

While the few people were talking, Ning An smoothly finished the large amount of chicken soup.

The delicate and pretty face is full of contentment.

Jiashan giggled and joked, "After passing this village, there will be no more shops here, just be happy."

Only then did Ning An suddenly realize: "Ah, I actually ate it up!"

Embarrassed, her fair and jade-like face turned red and smoke began to rise...

Sirou, who has a good relationship with her, propped her chin while watching the play.

No relief.

Chicken soup is all for you, let you die socially~

Such a rare chicken soup.

Four people can be considered full.

It took a while before leaving Qingfu Hall.

Although I couldn't see the national teacher, it was quite perfect to participate in a very free gathering.

There are many people in the palace, and every mistake in every move can easily lead to all kinds of terrible things.

However, Qingfu Hall, where the national teacher lived, eliminated all possible risks.

sunset.

Jiashan and Guishan miraculously travel together.

The imperceptible conversation was vaguely unpleasant.