Chapter 142: Who Cooks the Best Food
Feng Jingyun smiled lightly, "Compared to this, Wei Chen still thinks that it is better for Your Majesty to think more about what your cooking skills will become." β
Hua Tiantian gritted his teeth and snorted.
"That's a widow's business, you don't have to worry about it."
"Really? If Your Majesty is willing to beg Weichen well, maybe Weichen can let His Majesty pass. β
Feng Jing begins to seduce Hua Tiantian.
Hua Tiantian swallowed his saliva, a little shaken, "Are you serious? β
"Of course."
Feng Jing smiled, leaned over to Hua Tiantian's ear, and continued in a low voice, "As long as Your Majesty does something that makes Weichen happy." β
Hua Tiantian's face darkened when he heard this.
Pleasure......
She always felt that Feng Jing had bad intentions.
Sure enough, there will be no such good thing as pie in the sky.
"Hmph, widows won't fall for you, today's dish is very sure, you may not be surprised."
Hua Tiantian snorted coldly, picked his nose and bypassed Feng Jing and entered the hall.
This dish is her brainchild, and it is not a simple dish.
"Your Majesty, Your Majestyβ"
Feng Jing raised his hand to signal that Xiao Anzi didn't need to say more, and the narrow phoenix eyes looked at Hua Tiantian's petite figure with a meaningful smile.
A chuckle poured out from her thin lips.
Half a quarter of an hour later~
Feng Jing, who was sitting at the jade table, had two plates of dishes in front of him, and because they were covered, he couldn't see the appearance inside at all.
The slender jade hand slowly picked up the chopsticks.
At this time, the two dishes were also opened by the palace maid one by one.
When Jin Yanran watched her carefully prepared dishes appear in front of everyone, the smug look on the corners of her mouth became stronger when everyone looked at her obviously amazed.
Squinting his eyes, he saw that the other dish next to him was extremely simple, and there was no trace of a dish worthy of the dish at all, and disdain appeared in the corner of his eye.
On the other hand, Hua Tiantian on the side didn't care about the obviously different expressions of everyone when they looked at the two dishes.
She had been sitting on the side since just now, picking her nose leisurely.
"Your Majesty, why aren't you nervous at all about which dish the Prime Minister will choose?"
Ling'er asked in a low voice.
Hua Tiantian continued to pick her nose, raised her eyes and glanced at Ling'er, and winked at her.
She wasn't nervous, although she looked indifferent on the surface, but she had been watching Feng Jing since just now, observing his every move.
I don't know if it's her delusion, she always feels that Feng Jing has a complex and indistinguishable look in her eyes when she looks at the dish she cooks.
Ahh
I thought that when she made that dish, Feng Jing would be more or less happy.
Alas, it was in vain.
The only chip to win is gone, and now I'm afraid it's a loss.
Looking at Jin Yanran's expression again, she looked like she was determined to win.
Hua Tian Tian pouted, and he was really a difficult character to deal with.
At this time, Feng Jing had already tasted both dishes.
Wiping the corners of her mouth, Feng Jing cast her smiling gaze on Hua Tiantian.
Hua Tiantian's heart suddenly trembled.
Her heart is now like hanging on a cliff, and Feng Jing's casual glance can make her nervous for a long time.
"Brother Jing, which of these two dishes do you think is more delicious?"
Jin Yanran asked out loud.
Although the question on his lips is light and light, Qingling's eyes are full of ambition.
Feng Jing chuckled, but did not respond to Jin Yanran.
The narrow phoenix eyes swept over the flowers again