Wang Ye is a Demon

The bitter taste continued to flow into Gu Yining's mouth, and she was ashamed to return it to Mo Jianchen, so she had to swallow the soup medicine that Mo Jianchen personally fed.

Who would have expected that Mo Jianchen would have such a trick!

The helpless medicine was really too bitter, and her body was so bitter that she could not bear to tremble, and she almost bit Mo Jianchen's tongue.

However, how can the husband be willing to bite his tongue?

She raised her hand and grasped Mo Jianchen's arm feebly, her restless little mouth biting cautiously.

Suddenly the teeth softened, as if biting something, like... his lips?

Gu Yining's mouth was not heavy, but it still made Mo Jianchen a little bit painful. He took a medicine. As for biting him?

The big hand slowly dropped, he moved his head away, there was still a drop or two of medicine residue on his lips.

Mo Jianchen's long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and there was still an indescribable danger in the evil charm. There was a smile in the corner of his eyes, but such a smile made Gu Yining's heart trembled-it's over.. ....

The slender fingers gently pinched her chin, and there was a playfulness in the fine light in his eyes. He slowly approached, and he could feel his breathing as close as her nose.

"It seems that my concubine's little man has a good temper." As he said, Mo Jianchen's face curled up with a smile.

Gu Yi stared at Mo Jianchen, she was taken aback, wait...Is she wrong, why did Mo Jianchen smile so that she felt...he was satisfied?

"No..." Gu Yining's ears were red, and she didn't know what to say for a while, she was not a little man!

"I......"

Before she finished speaking, another kiss fell on her lips, with the bitterness of herbs and a touch of sweetness that was exclusive to him.

After a while, he moved his lips away, knowing that she was unwell today, and decided to let her go.

"When you get better, what do you want to eat?" Mo Jianchen looked at Gu Yining and spoke softly.

"I want to eat..." Gu Yining thought, but she thought about breaking her head, but still couldn't think of what she wanted to eat. After all, when people have no appetite, she can be indifferent if the delicacies of mountains and seas are placed in front of her .

"Otherwise, how many dishes does this king cook for Ning'er to taste?" Mo Jianchen said, and a light flashed in his eyes.

"!!!" Gu Yining couldn't help being surprised when the words fell.

Did she hear me right?

How many dishes does Mo Jianchen cook for her?

A dignified eighth prince of the country of Mexico, who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, opened his mouth when he was eating, and stretched out his hand when he was dressed, now he is doing it himself for the princess?

can......

Even if he dared to burn, she would not dare to eat...

Seeing Gu Yining's surprised look, Mo Jianchen's face showed an uncontrollable smile, such a pampering, afraid that he could drown someone: "This king cooks for you, are you surprised?"

Gu Yining nodded, then immediately shook her head. Finally, she slowly passed away and looked at the man in front of her seriously: "Chen Chen, have you ever cooked?"

As soon as she asked, Gu Yining regretted it. Maybe she shouldn't ask Mo Jianchen if she had cooked, but should ask—Does he know where the dining room in the imperial palace is? .

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"No." The man answered without hesitation.

"..."

Well, Gu Yining knows that there are only two results of the first cooking-one is very lucky, the dishes made are just perfect in color and fragrance, but this situation is really rare; the other is convenient It is very unfortunate. The things made are horrible. From the slightest it seems to be unsuccessful, but the kitchen can be blown up. Of course, the misfortune here is for the taster.

Although it hasn't started to burn, Gu Yining can already roughly know the result of Mo Jianchen's personal cooking this time—mostly it is horrible.

After a few days of recuperation, Gu Yining's body has gradually recovered. Next to it is the quiet and comfortable Zhiyuan Pavilion. The weather is gradually getting colder. Gu Yining also added a few more clothes for herself. She is sitting on the stone bench in front of Zhiyuan Pavilion. On, lazily basking in the sun, chatting with Huan'er and Liuli without a word.

On the other side, there was the smoky dining room-as expected, Mo Jianchen almost exploded the dining room after cooking.

"His Royal Highness, let the slaves come...?" The cook on the side couldn't stand it.

"No." Mo Jianchen answered without hesitation. He held the spatula in one hand and covered his mouth and nose with the other to prevent the choking smell from getting into his body.

At the same time, outside Mingxianzhai, on the stone bench, Jun Li was sitting there righteously——Mo Jianchen specially called him over, saying that he had prepared some good dishes for him. I hope he can taste it today. Fan.

It’s just that Jun Li is still too simple, he thought that Mo Jianchen asked the dining room to cook some good dishes and prepared to dine with him.

After a while, Mo Jianchen slowly walked over, dressed in a black robe, handsome, but he got closer, but Jun Li smelled the smell of Mo Jianchen...unspeakable The greasy taste.

"Jian Chen, you are finally here!" Jun Li saw Mo Jianchen, and a light smile appeared on his clean face.

Mo Jianchen gave a hum, and sat down opposite Jun Li: "This king made a few dishes today, so I invited Jun Li to come and taste it."

As soon as the voice fell, Jun Li's little face suddenly froze there, wait... Mo Jianchen just said: How many dishes did the king make today? ? ?

In other words, Mo Jianchen made today's dishes by himself?

But... Mo Jianchen is a man who has never entered the dining room!

A strange premonition suddenly climbed into Jun Li's mind-this Mo Jianchen, wouldn't he be regarded as a guinea pig, right?

Seeing that Mo Jianchen beckoned gently, the maid behind him put on the basket box. As soon as her hands supported the box, she was about to open it, but she was interrupted by Jun Li.

"Wait—!" Jun Li stopped the maid, "Will Chen Chen want me to be a guinea pig, right?"

After speaking, Mo Jianchen smiled helplessly: "There is also Lao Jun leaving."

When Mo Jianchen let the people taste it, they didn't dare to tell the truth. Even if the facial features were about to be twisted together, they would still say the last sentence very strongly: "Your Royal Highness is very delicious."

Instead of this, it is better to find someone who is not afraid to offend him to taste it for him.

Then, the maid opened the box and put the dishes on the table one by one.

Look at that dish, the colors are all the same diameter-the same burnt black.

Coincidentally, at this time, a full-fledged "Brother Junli" came from a long distance away.

When Jun Liwen went to Fame, he saw the fire mandarin jumping from the opposite side.

She saw Jun Li, with a smile on her face, rushed to Jun Li's side and tightly wrapped his arm, and sat down naturally beside Jun Li, "Brother Junli, why are you here? Huh?"

Looking at the fire mandarin, a smile appeared on Jun Li's face: "It was just right, let's taste the dishes that Jian Chen cooked together."