What's going on?

Without waiting for Molly to react, she followed closely, a foot wearing silk gold court boots...... stepped on her shoulder.

Molly's head couldn't help but press even lower.

She reminded herself all the time: the subconscious of the owner of this dream space had already killed herself.

Therefore, a more humble and deferential attitude is necessary at the moment.

"Do you know the name of the dish?" Qu Jincun's voice was lazy and soothing, elegant like a cup of fragrant tea, "Give a string to the orphan newspaper." ”

Molly took a slight breath and replied calmly: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince Qiqi, reporting the name of the dish and the like are the skills of the servants - slaves and maids can't." "I knew that she would learn cross talk before this strategy.

With a force on her shoulder, the prince's toes kicked her impatiently, the force was very light, not like a punishment, but like a ...... Tease the cat.

I only heard Qu Jincun ask idly: "Then you have been in the imperial dining room for so many days, and you have learned some Laoshzi things?" ”

Molly resisted the little force on her shoulders, but she couldn't avoid any of the other party's long legs, so she had to lower her head again.

"What did you feed the Queen? actually made her old man angry? His Royal Highness brushed the tip of his boot against Molly's cheeks, but did not really touch her skin.

The heavy and solemn ambergris on his clothes hit his face, causing Molly to frown.

Sure enough, it's still teasing the cat!

"It's better for the slave maid to make another copy for His Highness," Molly thought for a moment and replied sincerely, "Please ask His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to taste it too." ”

Qu Jincun pursed his lips and laughed, put down his long legs, and let out a lazy "um".

So, Molly tentatively stood up, saluted him, and tentatively withdrew.

"Remember to be new." His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's melodious voice echoed in the room, neither high nor low.

Molly paused backwards and replied in a low voice, "Yes!" ”

Qu Jincun's gaze followed the thin figure until the person was no longer visible, and he still looked at the door without taking his eyes off.

Ever since he became conscious, he had always felt thirsty, and he couldn't say that he wanted to eat anything, but his chest was always hollow and tight.

The food doesn't taste very good, but the dessert can make his heart happy - the sweet, luscious, silky snack will calm the soul in the moment of chewing.

It is better to say that it is sweet than life...... He loved the feeling of his tongue touching the honey.

But as time went on, Qu found himself less and less interested in the sweets he had.

It used to be soft, but now it tastes too dry.

It used to be slippery, but now it's too greasy to eat.

It used to be juicy, but now it tastes bland.

I want to eat it.

I really want to eat it.

Want to eat a one-of-a-kind sweet tooth!!

This kind of unfillable enthusiasm tormented him day and night, and some imperial doctors said that he might be deficient in the womb, but Qu Jincun thought that it was ...... Maybe he didn't eat enough before he died in his previous life.

In his last life, he starved to death, right?

That's why I'm so gluttonous in this life!

That's why I love sweetness.

It's a pity that he has no impression of his previous life, and he still doesn't know which sweet he was thinking about in his previous life.

Prince Qu sighed slightly, looked at his lazily folded legs, and suddenly recalled the look of the other party's toes sliding across Molly's cheeks, and the other party's look of daring to be angry but not daring to speak.

He cupped his chin thoughtfully, and unconsciously put his index finger on his lips.