Xiao Yu sighed sympathetically:

"Alas, it's a pity that you didn't go with you, the boiled beef there is really delicious. Oh yes! ”

Turning around, Xiao Yu was looking for treasure again, and pulled her greasy oily paper bag:

"Yu'er also specially asked them to cut three catties more, ready to bring it back for you to eat! How wrong to forget! Come, lord, eat, eat! See if it tastes good or not! ”

Holding a pair of silver chopsticks with some doubts, Nangong Ping frowned, and nodded uncertainly towards the beef:

"Are you sure that this beef was bought for the king? Isn't it the leftovers of a cat or a dog? ”

"Of course!" Xiao Yu nodded vigorously:

"The beef here, except for you, there is no one else who can eat it!"

"But the king still doesn't quite understand." The guy continued to ask lightly as if he lost his appetite: "Yu'er, tell me, what's going on with the big oil finger prints printed on the paper bag?" ”

Xiao Yu had a bitter face, staring at the ironclad evidence left on the oiled paper package, feeling really speechless.

I can't say to him directly and frankly: Lord Wang, it's definitely okay to eat, this oil mark is just left by Yu'er when she dragged a piece of beef to appease Ah Tong in a hurry. In that case, it will arouse the anger of the master on the other side even more intensely.

It seems that it can't be said that this mimeograph was left by the old man who was in charge of cutting the meat. This Nangong prince has had an otherworldly cleanliness habit for many years, and he clearly said that these beef were cooked by a smiling old man, but he was afraid that he would not eat it if he starved to death.

Sadly, I deeply understood that the stomach of some tsundere emperors is really not so easy to let themselves be easily grasped.

Bowing his head and being depressed over there for a long time, Xiao Yu simply didn't say anything, directly took out a silver chopstick, took out a large piece of beef, and stuffed it into his mouth without saying a word.

Damn, if he doesn't please him, he doesn't eat it. I can't live up to such a delicious beef.

Xiao Yuji was unconvinced, and thought so.

Before the lower half of the beef entered his mouth, a pair of cool silver chopsticks stretched out.

Half of the beef, which had already reached Xiao Yu's mouth, soon flew into another person's mouth.

Seeing that the man was chewing slowly in an elegant posture, Xiao Yu couldn't help but ask another bastard:

"Uh, Lord Wang, why don't you dislike it this time? This beef, but it's stained with Yu'er's saliva! ”

Glancing at Xiao Yu coldly, Nangong Ping took out a delicate porcelain bottle from the foot of the table, pulled out the cork, and took a big sip of beauty, then nodded and sighed:

"Well, incense, incense indeed."

Looking at the cold Nangong prince's focused eating and drinking, Xiao Yu suddenly felt that there was nothing more bastard to talk about.

can only bow his head, and the silver chopstick in his hand is even more ferocious and constantly waving:

A rare time of peace, this girl I hurry up, eat, eat, eat!

"Aren't you afraid you'll break your stomach like this?"

As if there was a pair of eyes on the top of his head, he asked sullenly without raising his head.

"I'll support me, and you have to take care of this?" Xiao Yu quickly shot back.

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