Devil's way

Although the crown prince doesn't often cook, he has lived for thousands of years, so such a trivial matter is not a problem.

While shredding the carrot in his hand, he peeked at Yuan Ling suspiciously.

Yuan Ling stood on the side without saying a word, motionless, as if he just wanted to silently watch the prince finish the meal.

Like an arrogant child, Ah Xuan folded his hands in front of him, staring at the prince like a supervisor.

The prince looked at Yuan Ling uncomfortably, then smiled awkwardly, unable to guess what Yuan Ling was thinking.

Thousands of years ago in Zhushan Tomb, Qinglong Qu personally prepared three meals a day for the crown prince. At that time, the crown prince was just like Yuan Ling now, who always stood by and watched Qinglong Qu wash and chop vegetables.

"Master! Why are you cooking by yourself!"

Xiao Miao ran into the kitchen at a trot speed and looked at the prince in surprise.

"Just tell me if you're hungry, why do you do it yourself!"

Xiao Miao has been taking care of the prince and Ah Heng and Ah Shu's three meals a day, and cleaning the entire Yilin Pavilion, which can be regarded as quite diligent.

Perhaps in Xiaomiao's heart, this is her real home. The prince, Ah Heng and Ah Shu are her only relatives, so she never cares about giving.

"It's okay, it's just cooking, can you spare me?"

The prince doesn't dare to compliment his cooking skills ten thousand years ago, but he can still trust him ten thousand years later. Although it can't reach the deliciousness of the world, it can still achieve the effect of ordinary meals.

"A Yuan go sit and wait for dinner, it will be ready soon"

While pouring oil into the pan, the prince smiled and talked to Yuan Ling.

Yuan Ling looked at the prince silently, just walked lightly, turned and walked out of the kitchen.

The prince is not very proficient in frying all kinds of ingredients in one pot, adding rice and seasonings, stir frying on high heat, and closing the pot on low heat. After a while, the pot is put on the plate.

"Master..." Xiao Miao looked at the large plate of stir-fry on the table with a questioning expression.

"what happened?"

The prince held the chopsticks in his hand, and thought he was quite satisfied with picking up a chopstick and sending it to his mouth.

"These four or five dishes are fried together, don't they all taste the same?"

"Really? I think it's not bad!"

There is no difference in saving time and effort in one pot frying, the prince happily walked out of the kitchen with the plate in hand.

Xiao Miao was stunned for a moment, picked up a few sets of bowls and chopsticks, and hurried to follow behind.

"Why are you being so nice to him?"

Ah Xuan stood behind Yuan Ling, with a somewhat complaining tone, as if something was difficult for him to understand.

Yuan Ling seemed to have nothing to do, turned around and looked at Ah Xuan, calmly, and only said indifferently:

"It's a matter of injustice. If I can't get out of my body when the time comes, then the remaining time between him and me will only be a few days, and the time is running out. I just want to be with him and cherish every last moment." "

When the prince heard this, he couldn't help but stop. It seemed that Yuan Ling had also made plans for Tan's injustice.

The mission of the holy son of the spiritual world may not allow Yuan Ling to retreat completely, so that he must do his best to bear everything.

But the prince will never allow Yuan Ling to be in danger, let alone let Yuan Ling make any mistakes.

Yuan Ling's tenderness and consideration made the prince happy, but also made the prince feel guilty.

"Master, you're blocking me!" Xiao Miao, holding the bowl and chopsticks, reminded the prince to enter the door, completely oblivious to the sad look on the prince's face.

Or hearing Xiao Miao's voice, Yuan Ling and A Xuancai moved their eyes to the direction of the door.

"A Yuan, dinner is ready!" The prince smiled hippie again in an instant, as if there was nothing, the disguise was perfect, no one could see that he was also a person who would worry about confusion and sadness.

"Come, try my fried pot!"

The prince put the plate flat on the table, took the bowl and chopsticks from Xiaomiao, picked up the spoon, filled the bowl, and handed it to Yuan Ling himself.

"Fry it in a pot?" Ah Xuan looked disgusted, while scolding: "What a crappy name, what are they frying! It looks like an appetite!"

The prince was used to Ah Xuan's complaints, as if he didn't hear him, his eyes only focused on Yuan Ling.

"How about it?"

Yuan Ling took the bowl and chopsticks, took a bite slowly, the expression on his face remained unchanged, so the prince couldn't guess how Yuan Ling felt.

Yuan Ling looked at the prince, and after a while, as if thinking of something, he smiled slightly and said only two words:

"Good"

It was rare for the prince to see Yuan Ling's smile, and naturally he smiled deeper happily.

This time, no matter how incompetent the prince is, he will also protect Yuan Ling, and make up for the regrets and mistakes of thousands of years ago.

Yuan Ling came back this time, but for several days in a row, he didn't mention other things, nor did he mention other people. He just calmed down, and his relationship with the prince seemed to be different from before.

"A Yuan" the prince looked at Yuan Ling, hesitant to speak.

Yuan Ling didn't say a word about Tan Yuan, and the crown prince also knew Yuan Ling's inner plan, so it seemed pointless to say more.

"What's the matter?" Yuan Ling smiled peacefully, and slowly placed his gaze between the prince's face.

The prince paused, then shook his head again, he had a lot to say, and finally said: "Nothing"

Yuan Ling didn't know if he could see that the prince was preoccupied, so he didn't ask any questions, but just looked at the prince, and after a while, he gently reached out and took out a white silk scarf from his sleeve.

The silk scarf was folded, and it seemed to contain something inside.

"Give you"

On New Year's Day, the silk scarf was slowly passed to the prince, and carefully placed flat on the palm of his hand.

"For me?"

The prince was a little surprised, but also happy. Although he didn't know what was inside, the prince was still like a treasure. He stretched out his hands and took it gently.

"Can I open it?" Although it is in his hands, the prince still needs permission first.

Yuan Ling nodded slightly, and the prince carefully lifted the silk scarf.

"Sugar Man!"

After opening it, the prince was pleasantly surprised. Looking at the several half-palm-sized sugar figurines on the silk scarf in his hand, they were so delicate and cute that it was hard to bear to eat them.

"Like it?"

"I like it, but it looks so good, how can I be willing to eat it?"

"Eat it and I can make it for you again"

"Did A Yuan do this by himself?"

"Um"

"You can still be a sugar man!"

The prince thought that Yuan Ling should not eat human fireworks, ten fingers jade dew, and not touch mortal things.I didn't expect Yuan Ling to be a sugar figure, it seems that I have to change my mind about Yuan Ling!

Yuan Ling looked at the prince without the slightest pride or feeling inappropriate, so he spoke calmly and said slowly: "I learned it a long time ago."

"Didn't Ah Yuan say last time that sugar is too sweet to eat too much? How can you still learn to be a sugar man? I obviously didn't like it before I saw you?"

Regardless of previous life or this life, the prince only knows that Yuan Ling doesn't like sweet and greasy things, and learning to make things that he doesn't like, wouldn't it be boring?

"But...you like it"

"Huh?" The prince once again felt that he had heard or misunderstood.

"It's windy, go back to your room"

Yuan Ling didn't repeat that sentence, everything behaved so naturally.

The gentleness in Yuan Ling's words made the prince stunned. Yuan Ling has changed a lot this time.

The prince couldn't help wondering, is it because Yuan Ling felt that he would not be able to defeat Tan Yuan, so he used the last time to say a complete farewell?

Thinking of these, the prince felt a sense of reluctance.