I pretend to be affectionate in front of my foe

In fact, just from the unfamiliar movements of the man, Yan Yun could tell that he didn't know how to cook.He can also roughly guess that the eggplant the man made today is probably not tasty.

But for some reason, Yan Yun still looked forward to it.

It was the same as he imagined, even worse than what Yan Yun imagined.

Not only is this fried eggplant not delicious, it even looks bad.

It may be too hot, the eggplant has been fried to lose its original appearance, a sticky mass, which looks more like moldy dough, which can make people lose their appetite instantly.

When he heard that someone in the palace was always sneaking late at night to cook, Yan Yun was actually angry, he felt that the person must have no good intentions.

Later, when Fang Yanyun discovered that the sneaky person cooked dishes every day that were as ugly as today's dish, Yanyun was even more sure that the cook was humiliating him on purpose.

Those dishes are simply unpalatable, and the pigs will not eat them if they are fed to the pigs.Until seeing the mysterious man who cooks with his own eyes today, Yan Yun was a little shaken.

This person didn't seem to be malicious, and the food was so unpalatable, and he didn't seem to do it on purpose.

Not only did Yan Yun not see any malice from that person, but he also saw that he was cautious and serious.

This person's behavior gave Yan Yun an illusion, as if he was cooking for Yan Yun.

Thinking about it, Yan Yun accidentally picked up a chopstick of eggplant and put it in his mouth.

The spiciness that hit Tianling Gai choked Yan Yun almost to find his way back. The eggplant was overcooked and slipped down his throat before chewing. The spiciness extended from his throat to his stomach.

Yan Yun put down his chopsticks tremblingly, not even daring to look at the dish.

The dishes are really unpalatable, but the people are really interesting.

From then on, Yan Yun felt that life was not so difficult. It became his little habit to squat around the mysterious man who was cooking in the middle of the night every day.

This person has a little hope and even his energy is improved.

Yan Yun suddenly felt that when he went to keep vigil for his mother every day, he was no longer so uncomfortable.When I went to the ancestral hall and saw my father's tablet, my heart was not so empty.

That person still came to the kitchen of the palace every night, and he still cooked a dish every night, and he left and never lingered.

Yan Yun will eat every eggplant dish made by the man.

Days passed, and the only thing that changed was that the dishes made by the man became more and more delicious, from unpalatable to unpalatable at the beginning, to delicious to the point of being full of praise.

The man's food accompanied Yan Yun to send Princess Yixuan to the ground, and accompanied Yan Yun through that difficult time.

Among the white funeral banners, fried eggplants that didn't look very good became the most memorable color Yan Yun saw when he lifted the funeral banners when he was 16 years old.

Later, the second prince Xiao Yiyang succeeded to the throne, and Yan Yun was sent to garrison the military camp in the south.

The night before the departure, Yan Yun was still squatting in the kitchen, but found that the man who came to the palace to cook every night suddenly stopped coming.

Yan Yun waited all night until dawn, but he didn't see the man's whereabouts.

Even though he had already stepped on the horse to go to the barracks, surrounded by people who saw him off, Yan Yun always felt that something was missing.

He felt empty in his heart, as if he had returned to a mourning hall full of mourning flags, which only made people feel that his heart had nowhere to rest.

Yan Yun finally turned his head and looked in the direction of the palace's kitchen. He didn't see the fried eggplant that appeared every day, but saw a fleeing figure. At that moment, his heart seemed to finally settle down.

Although during that time Yan Yun would sit regularly every day and silently observe the man cooking, but he had never seen the man's true face.

Yan Yun only remembered the last eggplant dish that the man made for him, which was called pearl eggplant stew.

I don't know why, but the man who never stops after cooking, suddenly wrote a note that day and put it in the insulated food box. There were only a few short words on the note: "Pearl eggplant stew .”

Later, Yan Yun specially asked someone to inquire about it in Wangcheng, but no one had heard of this dish and no one knew how to cook it. Only then did he know that this dish was created by that person himself.

The eggplant that has been cooled down is no longer delicious, and there is only a piece of ice cold left in the mouth.

However, Yan Yun didn't seem to feel that the dishes were cold, he ate the dishes on the plate one by one, and he didn't stop his chopsticks until there was only sauce left on the plate.

So it turned out that Xiao Yiran was the one who secretly went to Yixuan Palace to cook every night?

Yan Yun still found it incredible that he could not connect Xiao Yiran with that person.

Whether it is or not, it is better to ask in person.

While Yan Yun was thinking, there was a burst of chaotic footsteps outside.

Ma Hua hurried in, pulled the curtain of the tent carefully, and said to Yan Yun: "My lord, there is a fight outside! It's very chaotic outside now, don't run around!"

"What happened?" Thinking of the past, Yan Yun felt a little messed up in his head, he rubbed his temples, and rested wearily on the padded stool.

"Those thieves from the Qiang Kingdom heard the news of the prince's illness somewhere, and they are planning to take advantage of the chaos to attack the city."

Ma Hua's voice is naturally relatively loud, and this nervousness made Yan Yun one head and two louder.

Yan Yun simply sat up, he took Ma Hua by his hand, and sat down on the stool beside her.

"Talk slowly, don't be in a hurry." After speaking, Yan Yungai handed over a cup of hot tea thoughtfully, and signaled Ma Hua to drink the tea before talking.

After coming to Pingcheng for so many days, I finally had the opportunity to hear something new. Of course, Yan Yun would not let go of this opportunity.

Furthermore, this is still a major matter related to the country, and Yan Yun has to take it seriously.

Holding the tea horse flower, he dared not drink it. He held the teacup tightly and looked at Yan Yun flattered.

Although Ma Hua doesn't know what Yan Yun's identity is, but just looking at Yan Yun's words and deeds and the sixth prince's caring attitude towards him, Ma Hua can roughly guess that the man in front of him must be a noble person.

Ma Hua didn't expect that this nobleman had no airs at all, and she was deeply moved in her heart, thinking that if she could always follow this nobleman, her days would not be sad in the future.

Ma Hua lost his parents when he was six years old, and his former relatives and friends shunned him. Being helpless, he could only choose to be a slave. He has never been respected for more than ten years. He didn't dare to make a sound.

Over time, Ma Hua got used to this kind of life as a slave, and even felt that being punched, kicked, and called around was not a big deal, as long as the master spared his life and gave him a bite to eat, it was a big deal Gift, I dare not expect more.

He can only stand when the master is sitting, and he can only kneel when the master has a bad face.

Now suddenly being treated like this by Yan Yun, Ma Hua suddenly felt mixed feelings, and he suddenly realized that in Yan Yun's eyes, he was a person, not a slave.

Ma Hua was only ordered to serve Yan Yun before, but now Ma Hua wants to follow Yan Yun sincerely.

So, in order to show her loyalty, Ma Hua drank the tea in a gulp of gratitude, knelt down with a bang, and said, "Ma Hua knows everything you want to ask, my lord."

Although he is the eldest son of the Yixuan Palace, Yan Yun is never used to his servants kowtowing and kneeling at every turn. He sighed helplessly and said, "Speak up when you have something to say, but kneeling will make you feel uncomfortable."

"Yes! Yes! Little one, get up now!" Ma Hua was still holding the teacup tightly, he stood up cautiously, trying to look Yan Yun in the eye.

He found that the nobleman's eyes were really different, not to mention astonishing, but it gave people an indescribable sense of comfort.

Especially the slightly raised eye ends, a bit like the eyes of Guanyin painted on the statue of Guanyin that Ma Hua once saw, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes.

Ma Hua was no longer restrained, he cleared his throat, and said slowly: "The traitors from the Qiang Kingdom want to sneak in, how could the lord tolerate it, he has already taken his soldiers away."

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Xiao Yiran's male version of the snail girl