When Ziyi ordered someone to pass the dinner, Duanmu Kaoru looked at the dishes on the table and was slightly stunned, and then the corners of his mouth pulled a smile. He picked up the bowl on the table and scooped a bowl of soft-shelled turtle soup.

"Don't you never eat soft-shelled turtles?" Fuling looked at Duanmu Kaoru in some surprise, doesn't this guy hate drinking fish soup the most? Why did he change his tune now and he didn't know?

"She did it." Duanmu Kaoru replied lightly, taking a sip of the soup in the spoon.

The soup is very fresh, there is no fishy smell at all, it is faint, and it is very delicious.

"How do you know?" Fuling sat beside Duanmu Kaoru depressedly, picked up the bowl and was about to scoop the soft-shelled turtle soup, but was stopped by Duanmu Kaoru's spoon.

"Everyone in the palace probably knows what I don't like to eat, but she doesn't know. This soup is mine, and the porridge on the side is also mine, and the other dishes are yours. ”

"Why is this porridge also yours, is it also made by this Luo Guifei herself?" raised his eyebrows, Fulingkou was disdainful.

"Uh-huh, intuition."

Ziyi stood outside the door, if she was still worried about Xu Wanqing's words just now, it had disappeared at this time.

She walked into the hall with a light smile, rolled her eyes, and said, "Doesn't the emperor drink soft-shelled turtle soup?" The concubines thought that the emperor wouldn't drink it, but she was glad that there was Lord Fuling, but she didn't expect the emperor to be willing to appreciate his face? ”

Ziyi raised her eyebrows arrogantly, she could hear Fuling's disdainful tone just now, and the so-called little woman's revenge was too late for a second.

Fu Ling frowned slightly, "Kaoru, your concubine has a poisonous mouth." ”

"Come, Ziyi, sit." Duanmu Kaoru looked at Ziyi's eyes with a different gentleness, he filled a bowl of soup for Ziyi, took Ziyi's hand and sat down: "As long as you make it, I like it." ”

The little face in purple was slightly red, she never knew that this cold emperor was so ashamed to talk about love.

"Or, if it's not yours, it's not the best."

"Then do I have to do everything myself in the future?" The purple clothes raised their little faces, looking innocent.

If it weren't for her, it wouldn't be the best, so wouldn't she have to take care of Mu Xun's diet and daily life in the future.

Suddenly I thought of changing and washing him - Ziyi's face blushed even more.

"What do you think!"

Scratching the tip of the purple nose dotingly, Duanmu Kaoru looked at the YY woman in front of him with a smile.

"You two are tired, I still have something to do, so let's go first." Fu Ling really couldn't stand the two people in front of him, his expression was a little stiff, he took a deep look at Ziyi again, and stood up proudly.

"Then we won't send it to the husband and wife."

Seeing Fuling's figure go away, Ziyi pursed his lips: "Does he hate me?" ”

Thinking of Fuling's eyes full of meaning before leaving, Ziyi asked with some annoyance.

This Fuling seems to have a very good relationship with Duanmu Kaoru, she doesn't like the friends of the people she loves to hate herself!

"It's okay, he's like that, come, let's have soup." Duanmu Kaoru couldn't see any different colors on his face, and he still drank the soup in the bowl with a smile, "By the way, Ziyi, can you see ghosts." ”

"Poof-" Before the soup in the purple bowl could be swallowed, the whole soup was sprayed out by Duanmu Xun's sudden question, "If I say yes, do you believe it?" ”

"I believe it. Just, can you let me see it too? ”