Rubbing her head with a headache, Feng Qingge really wanted to kick Murong Chu out, such an eight-woman prince, how hard it should be for the people to be the emperor, she chattered every day, just cooking had to stump a group of people, she really suspected that Murong Chu had brought all the cooks along the way, and changed the way to cook food for him every day.

Eat the and go!

"Do you hear, I don't want to eat any of the above things, you can do it, what to do, if you make it in half an hour, I can still eat a few bites, if the hour passes, I'm afraid my stomach will change its mind again." Murong Chu said coldly, glanced at Feng Qingge with black lines on his face, and was already happy in his heart. Such a stupid woman, who dares to fight him, is simply looking for death!

Hurriedly arched his hand, and the corners of Feng Qingge's mouth twitched and replied: "Obey, His Royal Highness the Prince, please wait for a while, and let Xiao Xiao prepare for a while." ”

"It doesn't matter how long you prepare, if Your Highness doesn't want to eat it, you can wait and do it again." Murong Chu said proudly, banging on the table, but to admire the monks around him, those strange moves, for a while, he couldn't guess.

Retreated, Feng Qingge went directly to the backyard, "Let's eat, Murong Chu." Picky eater, really when you are a three-year-old child, you don't eat this or that, if you were thrown into the war era, you would have been shot a long time ago, what so much nonsense. ”

"What's wrong?" Bu Jinyu, who was in charge of the spoon, wiped the sweat from his forehead, he had been busy in the backyard, and he didn't know that the crown prince Murong Chu had come to the hotel.

Rubbing his temples with a headache, Feng Qingge said depressedly: "The prince is here, he doesn't eat anything, and he forces me to cook for him, what do you say?" "Say all Murong Chu's requirements, Bu Jinyu is depressed and half dead, these requirements are really picky, almost the rhythm of drinking air, what to feed Murong Chu.

"He's here to find trouble, I don't think he's here to eat." Bu Jinyu frowned and said.

Feng Qingge couldn't cry or laugh, and said helplessly: "I was looking for trouble, just settle it now, what good way do you have to restrain him temporarily?" ”

“…… No. Bu Jinyu cried with a sad face, and could only smile awkwardly. If this is an exam question, there is really no way to solve it.

One head and two big, Feng Qingge smashed his fist directly on the trunk of the tree, and couldn't help but roar angrily: "Come on, come on, what are you doing with so many famous halls, damn it, God, you remind me what to do, I ...... Ouch! ”

Before Feng Qingge finished speaking, the persimmon on the branch shook and smashed directly on her head. Fortunately, the persimmon was ripe and it didn't hurt so much to smash it, but this also made the persimmon explode on Feng Qingge's head, and the sticky red juice flowed down her hair, dripping and falling.

"Poof...... People are unlucky, and even trees bully me. Feng Qingge helplessly wiped the persimmon on his head, and when he saw the cold persimmon in his hand, the light in his black eyes flashed, wait, just now Murong Chu complained that the weather in Cen Cheng was too hot and he didn't want to eat hot food, and then said that his throat was uncomfortable and he couldn't eat anything too cold. Just because something too cold doesn't mean you exclude cold drinks with a great taste.

The boy tinkered for a long time, and he didn't want to eat any food, but he didn't refuse such a fruit. What he wanted to see was how he made a fool of himself, who would have thought that fruits could be made into all kinds of delicacies, and a little bit of production in this kind of weather would have unexpected effects.

Okay, since it's what you ask, then I'll do as you ask!

Pinching the persimmon in his hand, Feng Qingge said in a low voice: "Jin Yu, please help me prepare some materials, send them to this room in Shaolin as soon as possible, and I'll go freshen up." ”

At the same time, Murong Chu, who was waiting in the room, stared at the people on the screen with a pair of eyes, and those unfolded moves made his heart tremble, after watching it for so long, he actually didn't have any way to crack the combo above, even if he only broke a dozen moves, he would still trap himself in the back.

How could it be...... In the small restaurant, this peerless move is actually hidden, but unfortunately there is no magic formula on it, otherwise he must have tried his best to plunder all the things here. Feng Qingge, why did you have such a change, the things here, just take them out, are enough to make people crazy.

However, if Feng Qingge knew that Murong Chu would be interested in Shaolin's moves, she would definitely not invite Murong Chu here. The things pasted in the hotel are all trained in the army, including southern fists and northern legs, sanda and grappling, but she thinks the hotel is too empty and needs something to set off, so she will draw it. Although it is incomplete, those who don't know the inside story will only laugh as a joke. After all, on the Star Moon Continent, the level of star power determines everything, and the moves are secondary.

However, Feng Qingge ignored that once the strength was against the sky, with the various cheats and mental methods he had learned, it would be completely the rhythm of abuse.

"Your Highness, you can begin." Changed into clean clothes again, this time Feng Qingge chose a black strong suit, and tied his long hair back with a red headband, which looked even more heroic, without the slightest mud and water, and the whole person was more energetic.

Retracting his gaze, Murong Chu nodded.

And Feng Qingge prepared very few materials this time, a sealed big bamboo basket, I don't know what it contains, and there is an empty bowl on the side, not even an iron pot. Seeing this, Murong Chu couldn't help but sneer: "What, are you going to let His Highness drink the northwest wind, half an hour will come soon, what can you make?" ”

"If His Royal Highness the Crown Prince wants to drink, I can naturally make it. But what...... Your Highness is such a picky eater, if you were someone else, I really can't cook without a pot, but Your Highness's request is that you don't need oil and salt to make it, so as not to stain Your Highness's clothes and stain Your Highness's eyes. Feng Qingge smiled and naturally raised his head to look at Murong Chu.

A ragged dress is also so showy, isn't it smelly, okay, she doesn't even use oil and salt now, if the clothes stink, then I can't blame her.

Originally, it was just a joke, but Murong Chu didn't expect Feng Qingge to move the pot because of this, his face was slightly ugly, and he said coldly: "Then what do you want Your Highness to eat today, you don't need to serve hot food, but it doesn't mean that Your Highness wants to eat those pork raw, what do you want to do?" ”

"Raw meat?" Feng Qingge smiled and said indifferently: "Your Highness, rest assured, the living standard of Cen Cheng is not so good, the piglets raised have not grown up yet, and the meat here is all ordinary spirit beasts hunted in the Sunset Cliff, and I really can't take it out if I want to eat pork with smooth meat." ”

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