The kind of porridge that looked to be thick and thin, when he drank it in Xiao Yu's mouth, he actually tasted a sweet and greasy taste.

Xiao Yu could only lower his eyes, bow his head and clench his fists, and sighed with a very sad low brow:

it, Madan! Dare to be affectionate, my family just cared about talking nonsense with Ah Tong, and mistakenly put fine sugar as salt!

What about this salty porridge with shredded chicken that was designed at the beginning? , miscellaneous will become sweet!

This time, it's a shame to lose the big haired bird, woo woo woo......

Partial life, Ah Tong's little enemy, still pushed the bowl open in the opposite seat, and said with a pointed fox mouth on his face full of unhappiness:

"Ah Tong, don't eat sweet porridge. It smells really, really weird......"

Looking at Xiao Yu's frowning and glaring, Nangong Ping smiled very generously:

"It's nothing, Yu'er. At the very least, we still have buns to eat. This bun, even if it is made sweet, this king can barely swallow it. ”

After his beautiful harp-like voice paused sharply again, Xiao Yu felt a little bad, and quickly grabbed a big bun and took a big bite.

After a few simple chews, Xiao Yu only felt that a lot of powerlessness came like a tide, one after another.

Ma Dan, who came over to explain it to my sister, my sister promised, and I wouldn't slap him to death.

Who came over to my sister to tell me, my sister was just making the bun filling, she simply shook the salt bag a few times, for the hair, this bun filling, will it become spicy, salty, spicy, salty......

After a few smirks with a weak heart, Xiao Yu's voice with an excellent attitude sweetly suggested:

"Well, Lord Wang, the taste of this bun filling doesn't seem to be so positive. Why don't you try a few scrambled eggs? ”

Glancing at Xiao Yu with a sad face, Nangong Ping stretched out a silver chopstick, carefully only made a piece the size of a fingernail, and slowly sent it to his mouth.

After a few chews, he finally sighed with relief:

"Well, Yu'er, wow, although this egg is a little scorched and bitter, it doesn't seem to have any salt, but it's finally cooked, and it can barely swallow the bird. It's okay wow, it's okay. ”

There is nothing more to say.

Xiao Yu, who has always been heartless and arrogant, this time, he was a little ashamed, put down the silver chopsticks in his hand, and only stretched out a pair of delicate palms, tightly and impermeably covering his face.

Nangong Ping's good temper is still there.

"Well, Yu'er, I don't really complain so much about this. In this way, the king finally figured out one thing. He whispered to the side.

Immediately put down her palm, Xiao Yu regained her lively and cheeky nature, salivating her face, baring her teeth and smiling:

"Ugh! I don't know, what has the prince figured out? ”

"This king has finally figured it out." After glancing at the brightly colored dinners on the table with some sadness, Nangong Ping said in a soothing tone: "It turns out that some leper monks may not be able to recite good scriptures for the rest of their lives. Whenever and wherever the sutra is recited, the best way is to recite it to the bird without asking him to do so. ”

Nodding vigorously, Xiao Yu still replied with deep sympathy:

"Yes, yes. What the prince said is very true. Well, some monks, he will only go out to fight, as for other meticulous work, he just can't do it. It's just that no one is perfect, so you can't blame him too much, right? ”