Feng'er was entangled for a while, hesitated for a long time between pouring it and bringing it in, and finally left this cup of chicken soup with Ming Yulong's usual standards.

If you want to drink it, you should bring it to the lady while it's hot.

With this cup in hand, Feng'er came to the door of the house again, knocked lightly on the door, and pushed the door in.

Looking at Ming Yulong, who was still reading a book just now, his body was slightly sideways at this time, the book was held in his hand, covered his chest, and a pair of eyes on Yuyan were closed, making an even breathing sound, as if he was asleep.

She turned her head to look at Rong Yi, who smiled and nodded, motioning her to be quieter.

The face soaked in the sunset was dyed with an orange color, magnificent and gorgeous, and the eyes still shone like obsidian in the colorful glow, and the smiling corners of his lips gave him a natural sublime charm all over his body.

This kind of Rong Shizi is much better looking than the briquette-like King of Changning just now.

It turns out that it is equally important for both men and women to maintain a clean and tidy appearance.

Because Feng'er decided to tell Rong Shizi the secret that the thousand-year-old ginseng chicken soup in her hand was boiled by King Changning, because Rong Shizi was so good-looking!

Feng'er held the soup cup and stood a foot away, her eyes shining with the brilliance of worship, and she said softly:

"Rong Shizi, this is the soup cup brought over by King Changning just now, and it was said that it took three boils to succeed. The slave maid puts the soup cup on the small stove and simmers, and when the young lady wakes up, you let the young lady drink it. ”

Rong Yi put down the book in his hand, glanced at the girl who was sleeping on the soft couch and did not move, his eyes fell on the soup cup, there was an indifferent smile in his deep eyes, his pupils flashed in an invisible place, and he said softly:

"You put it on the table."

Feng'er nodded, put down the soup cup gently, and walked out of the soup cup with brisk steps.

Since she told Rong Shizi, Rong Shizi must have a sense of crisis, and she will definitely be better for Miss later.

A person as good as Rong Shizi, even if Miss is the strongest city wall, sooner or later he will be captured.

The naïve little girl Feng'er didn't know anything about it After she went out, Rong Yi stood up, picked up the chicken soup, sat down at the table, opened the lid, and smelled a pungent ginseng fragrance.

Millennial ginseng, sure enough, is good.

Scooped it with a spoon, saw the messy ginseng slices and irregular chicken pieces cut inside, Rong Shizi, who had been eating exquisitely, frowned slightly, expressed his dissatisfaction, and then began to drink the soup.

And from time to time I make an evaluation in my heart -

Chicken: Cooked, not rotten.

Ginseng: Too much.

Taste: Bland to tasteless.

In general, the elegant Rong Shizi spent three hours to change the perfect chicken soup for his rival in love, and there are only four words to describe it:

It's hard to put into words.

He pinched the spoon thoughtfully, such an unpalatable thing, I knew that Lu Dao should have left a little bit for Long'er, let her taste Bailikun's craftsmanship, in fact, the effect would be better?

The courtesy of the rival must be strangled in the cage at all times, otherwise it will backfire.

From the beginning to the present, Rong Shizi has never felt that there is anything wrong with eating this cup of ginseng chicken soup, as a high-level belly black, in fact, the collateral attribute must contain a shameless item.

Otherwise, how can you hack others?

Of course—