Liang Jingsheng sat down opposite Murong Haoxin, and at that moment, she felt that many people's eyes fell on her, and that gaze seemed to have a scorching temperature, exploring, scrutinizing, envious, and jealous.......

This kind of sight was often felt in the first two years when she first became Mrs. Fu, because her husband Fu Zhao was young and promising, with outstanding appearance, good family background, and most importantly, Fu Zhao was famous for being clean and self-conscious, without concubines, not going to the Qinglou Chu Pavilion, and even the people around him were men. Before Fu Zhao asked to marry her, some people even secretly suspected that Fu Zhao was a good person with Longyang.

Gradually, that kind of envy and jealousy slowly turned into ridicule, a look, a move, those women in the back house don't say anything, just look at you with a smile, which can also make you feel ashamed and want to die, because she can't give birth to a child, and she, Mrs. Fu, has become a joke. How ridiculous, her honor and shame were all given by Fu Zhao.

Liang Jingsheng rubbed the corners of his forehead, and told him that those things had passed, and Mrs. Fu in this life should be surnamed Dong Yuejiao, and she should have nothing to do with her.

Liang Jingsheng ate breakfast silently, because she was distracted, and she didn't even remember what she swallowed just now. At this point, I came back to my senses, but suddenly I lost my appetite. When he raised his head, he found that Murong Haoxin's chopsticks had already been put down.

Noticing Liang Jingsheng's gaze, Murong Haoxin gently raised the corners of his mouth, "Did my cousin sleep well last night?" ”

It's actually not good, but if you say it, you can't help but look squeamish, so Liang Jingsheng said: "It's okay, what about my cousin?" ”

At this moment, Murong Haoxin's brows were about enough to kill a mosquito, and he seemed to have infinite grievances and said, "The bed is harder, the bedding stinks, and the food, if it's like this all the way, I'm afraid my brother won't be able to live back to Yunzhou." Then he turned his head to Chuan Bei, who was standing quietly beside him, and said seriously, "Chuan Bei, if your master dies young, you must protect my body, and you must not fall into the hands of outsiders!" ”

Chuanbei's reaction was very direct, and he rolled his eyes.

Murong Haoxin said that he would starve to death on the road because the food was not up to taste, and Liang Jingsheng naturally didn't believe it. If that were the case, she would probably be walking with a ghost by now. However, she knows a little about the eldest cousin's pickiness, there are three cooks in the Murong Mansion, and one of them is specially for the eldest cousin.

"If my cousin doesn't dislike it, I'll go get my cousin something to eat." After all, he suffered this sin entirely because of her.

"Cousin, you...... Yes? Murong Haoxin looked Liang Jingsheng up and down, obviously not believing that she would do this.

Liang Jingsheng is a person who does not boast without permission, and can only nod to such a question. Her cooking skills are naturally good, because of Fu Zhao's relationship, she has studied specially. Every time Fu Zhao returns home, he will always be much thinner than when he went out, she looks distressed, so she tries her best to make food for him, afraid that he will get tired of eating too few dishes, and she also worships a few more masters.

Because Liang Jingsheng was going to borrow the kitchen of this inn, it was not easy to follow too many people around him, so only Mozhu followed. Liang Jingsheng only took two steps forward, and then heard Murong Haoxin behind him ask impatiently, "How is your young lady's craftsmanship?" The corners of Liang Jingsheng's mouth raised slightly, her cooking skills were only practiced after she became married to Fu Zhao, I hope they won't be too surprised later.

Mo Yu didn't like to speak, just kept silent, Mo Lan and Mo Ju looked at each other, and both shook their heads very sincerely, their eyes full of pity.

Murong Haoxin only felt that his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys were ...... All of them are plucked out of the cold.

Because it was breakfast, Liang Jingsheng simply cooked a fish fillet porridge. Because he didn't know much about Murong Haoxin's appetite, Liang Jingsheng cooked a little more. Liang Jingsheng loaded a cup first, and Mo Zhu carried it, and followed her out of the kitchen.

Murong Haoxin looked at the porridge, looked at Liang Jingsheng, and so on, and only said one sentence, "...... Cousin, I'm your big cousin, dear. ”

Glancing at Mo Lan and Mo Ju, who didn't dare to look at her eyes, Liang Jingsheng silently filled a bowl of porridge for Murong Haoxin. Looking at the eldest cousin's face with a look of death, Liang Jingsheng only felt déjà vu, as if he remembered that there was a person who ate something she cooked for the first time with such a look, that time he ......

"Cousin, the little maids around you are not honest! Do you want to eat alone? After tasting it, the bowl of porridge that Liang Jingsheng put for Murong Haoxin quickly bottomed out, probably because the bowl was not big, after Murong Haoxin said this, he directly put the cup in front of him, and did not forget to say while blowing and eating, "Cousin, if someone marries you in the future, it will be a great blessing." "A blessing in the mouth is also a blessing.

Good luck? Liang Jingsheng lowered his head, maybe!

On the other end, Dong Wenye stood beside Fu Zhao, stunned, looking at the pot in front of him with him. How long has this porridge been cooked, how long have the two of them been lying on the wall, and they have been in a hurry all night, Dong Wenye now feels tired, sleepy and hungry.

Seeing that Fu Zhao began to turn around to get the bowl, Dong Wenye swallowed his saliva, "It's not appropriate for us to do this, right?" This is what a little girl cooked for her sweetheart, right? We...... If you're really hungry, let's just spend some silver...... Hmmm......"

Fu Zhao stood in front of the stove for a while, slowly filled a bowl of porridge, scooped a spoonful and stuffed it into Dong Wenye's mouth, Dong Wenye smacked his mouth, his eyes lit up, and he immediately changed his mouth, "Let's take this porridge away before they come back, right?" Now the little girl is really amazing, this cooking skill is almost catching up with the imperial chef! But...... Shall we save some silver? With that, Dong Wenye took the bowl in Fu Zhao's hand and began to have breakfast.

"That's not her sweetheart."

"Huh?" Dong Wenye swallowed the porridge in his mouth and continued to blow the bowl violently, "You don't understand this, do you?" She cooked porridge just now, just like when Yuejiao made you snacks to eat. ”

"I said, that's not her sweetheart!"

Fu Zhao's voice was as loud as it was, Dong Wenye instantly wilted, he took two steps back, and naturally didn't forget to protect the porridge bowl in his hand, "Yes, yes, what you said is right." So this porridge, can't we eat it and walk around, or do we go back when we are full? ”

Murong Haoxin's appetite can be big or small, if it suits his appetite, he can eat a lot, Liang Jingsheng only filled such a small cup, about three small bowls, naturally not enough. Naturally Liang Jingsheng didn't need to do such a trivial matter as renewing porridge, Mozhu knew the place, so he went. I didn't think about what it was like when I went, what it was like when I came back, and the cup was still empty.

"Girl, the porridge is gone."

"Huh? Cousin, didn't you just say that you still have most of the pot left? ”

Seeing that Mo Zhu's face was not quite right, Liang Jingsheng asked, "What's the matter?" Did someone in the kitchen accidentally pour it over? ”

Mo Zhu shook his head, his expression was a little subtle, "Not only is the porridge gone, but the pot is also gone." ”

Liang Jingsheng: "......"

Murong Haoxin: "......."

Outside the wall, Dong Wenye, who was carefully carrying the pot, was a little angry, "Fu Zhao, I have grown so big, I have never stolen the pot." ”

Fu Zhao nodded and added a spoonful of porridge to his bowl, "If you want to eat it, take it hot." ”

Dong Wenye: "......"