Xiao Yu drank a bowl of thick soup and nodded vigorously.

Compared with the cooked chicken that is usually eaten and hurriedly burned in those small restaurants, this chicken soup that has been boiled for so long has a natural aroma and mellow flavor when drunk in the mouth, and this taste is just a little better?

Being taken care of so carefully by others, Xiao Yu's heart felt a little grateful.

Xiao Yu couldn't help but forget all of a sudden, when he went out in the morning, it seemed that he had been angry with someone, put down the soup bowl in his hand, wiped the corners of his mouth, and nodded with bright eyes:

"Well, Lord Wang, the taste of this soup is really good! Yu'er only drank so little, and I felt that the vitality of the whole body was replenished all at once! ”

Leaning back on the back of the wide circle chair, Nangong Ping's smile gradually spread, and a smile under the shadow of the lamp was directly beautiful like a delicate flower:

"Yu'er, it's just a simple bowl of soup, and you can be happy like this. This king feels that your requirements have never been very high. ”

"Of course." With a wave of the silver chopstick in his hand, Xiao Yu's eyebrows danced and said: "Actually, let's be honest, Lord Wang, Yu'er's lifelong ambition, if you say it, I'm afraid it will make people laugh off their big teeth." Yu'er actually just thought that one day in the future, Yu'er could find a place, build a small yard, and raise a nest of chickens. In my spare time, I went hunting to earn a little money, and when I was done with my busy work, when it was time to eat, I would sit down with a large family, cook a few delicious dishes, drink some wine happily, eat some food, and then rest comfortably, and go to work again the next day. That's it. ”

"Is that all?" Nangong Ping said like a dream: "Look at you running here and there all day long, what you want is just this kind of life?" ”

"Yes!" Xiao Yu held up a big meat bone, and continued with excitement on his face: "In the bones, who is not a lazy foodie!" Who wants to be running around like that? Who doesn't want to guard their own small yard, be good, and live in peace? Doesn't the prince want to? ”

"Don't you want to?" After repeating a sentence in a low voice, Nangong Ping's face was full of happiness, and gradually, gradually, it began to dim:

Yu'er said it very well. In their bones, everyone is just a foodie and a lazy person. Everyone wants to live well, and An An is alive. However, some people are born unable to do this. It's not that I don't want to, but I can't, I can't, I can't. Like, those horses that have been pushed onto the battlefield, whether they want to or not, must be spurred on and keep going. Even if it's an injury, even if it's death. That's ridiculous, isn't it, Yu'er? However, there is no way, since you were born a horse, a horse that can be a heavy responsibility in the eyes of others, you can only go on like this, and you can't talk about it at all, what you want to or not. ”

Looking at the sudden appearance of Xiao Suo on his face, Xiao Yu suddenly felt a slight heartache.

Who is he talking about?

Is he talking about himself, who can't help himself?

Isn't it a very easy and happy profession to be a leisurely prince?

Why, he actually has so many bodies that can't help himself?

It's a pity that Xiao Yu feels that in his superficial knowledge and knowledge, there really is no good words of consolation that can be taken out.