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Ye Fusheng carried a bowl of porridge in his hand and brought it into his room, ready to eat.

In front of a pillar of incense, he happily served it to Xia Cheng, but he never thought that Xiao Cheng would take the lead!

He was so angry that he took it back to his room.

He picked up the spoon and thought about it: "The porridge that the king worked so hard to make was eaten by himself like this, and all his kindness was ruined!"

He picked up the bowl in one hand, ready to enjoy the porridge that had been boiled for seven hundred and forty-nine hours.

With a creak, the door opened, and Xia Shu hurried over.

"I'm dying of thirst."

When Ye Fusheng was about to ask her why she came, Xia Yu snatched the bowl from his hand.

"Give me a drink, thank you." With that, she took a big sip.

"Beware of burning!" Yefusheng shouted.

"Don't say it sooner!" Xia Yu's hot tongue was numb.

"Lord Wang, your chef is good, this porridge is so delicious." She smiled and took another sip. This time it's a small bite.

"Thanks, give me the cook another day, I want to drink it every day! I'm leaving! Xia Yu left like this.

The corners of Ye Fusheng's mouth curled up.

"Chef is me!"

Then, his face became gloomy again, but his heart was beating wildly.

"This king, agreed!" Ye Fusheng whispered, and his smile couldn't be hidden.

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