Fei Shuqing likes to eat since he was a child, so he has studied the way of eating, and he has made a good soup before he has time. Now that she is married to another woman, she should abide by the way of women and do what she can for her husband.

In a moment, the fragrance overflowed from the stone pot, and Liuqu was quite excited at Shu Qing's feet, and there were constantly dripping hara under the long tongue, bouncing around Shu Qing, turning around.

After a long time, the soup came out of the pot. Shu Qing put a bowl of Liuqu, put the rest on a plate, put it in the meal box, and then carried the box and walked towards Mo Wengu's study.

Mo Wengu's study is very simple, a table, three chairs and two bookcases, there are a number of books and antiques on the cabinet, pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, four or five folded chapters, clean and clear.

Fei Shuqing opened the meal box, took out the pigeon soup from it, and put it on the desk. Looking sideways, I saw a basin in front of the study window. There is a camellia plant planted in the pot, and three or two flowers have bloomed.

The sun was just right, and the sprinkled oblique light on the flower body really amazed the fat and clear eyes.

Fei Shuqing was stunned, and he didn't feel that he walked to the window to take a closer look, and after a closer look, he found that this pot of camellia was good-looking, but the edges of the leaves had a faint yellow. She frowned, thinking that Mo Wengu must have forgotten to water it in the past few days, otherwise how could this camellia be so dry.

Fei Shuqing stretched out his fat paws and stroked the petals of this flower, pondered for a while, walked out of the study, and headed towards the kitchen.

And not long after Fei Shuqing's front foot left the door of the study, Mo Wengu returned to the palace with a heavy face.

Steward Wang followed beside him and said to Mo Wengu: "The prince is back, the princess is ......."

"Don't mention her to this king." Mo Wengu stretched out his hand to take off his official hat, impatiently interrupted the butler's words, and strode towards the study.

As soon as I entered the study, a rich aroma of meat wafted into the tip of my nose, thick but not greasy, and it seemed to be delicious.

Mo Wengu scratched his head, turned his head sideways and asked, "Has there been a change of chef in the house?" ”

Steward Wang smiled so wrinkled that he squeezed together, and he was diligent to help Fei Shuqing say good things: "Back to the prince's words, this soup was boiled by the princess in the kitchen at noon. ”

Unexpectedly, Mo Wengu's face darkened again, walked to the table, and threw the pigeon soup to the ground in disgust, with anger flashing in his eyes, and said angrily: "Don't mention that dead fat man to this king!" ”

I heard a 'stab' sound, and the porcelain plate full of thick soup slammed into the ground with a screeching sound. The fragrant soup spilled all over the ground, smearing strange oil flowers on the ground.

In an instant, the whole study was fragrant, and anyone who smelled it should have an appetite and a big index finger rhythm, but it couldn't impress Mo Wengu.

"Lord Wang, please dissipate your anger." When Fei Shuqing came back from taking water, he heard Mo Wengu losing his temper from a distance, and he couldn't help but feel a little helpless. She held a glass of water in one hand and walked towards the study, the fat on her face trembled with the rhythm of her steps, and when she stepped into the study, she reached out to wipe the sweat on her forehead, and smiled at Mo Wengu reluctantly: "Does the prince think this soup is too greasy, I'm sorry, next time I'll cook a light ......"

"No need." Mo Wen was rude enough to interrupt her, her handsome face was full of disgust, and she asked, "What you eat every day is these fresh soup and tender meat?" ”

Fei Shuqing nodded stunned: "The doctor said that banning meat for too long is not a good thing, and it is not good for the development of the fetus, so I just ate a pot of pork bone ......"

"......" Mo Wengu stroked his forehead, looking at the fat Shuqing's eyes full of disgust, "You don't look at your seven-inch fat waist, why do you only know how to eat every day, every time I see your fat body, it's really disgusting, and now you still want to make these fatty soups for me to eat, do you want me to become as fat as you, so that Liu Chuimian dislikes me even more, isn't it?" ”

Without waiting for Fat Shuqing to speak, Mo Wengu then continued: "Fierce woman! What a! In the tone, there was a little sigh, a little emotion, and a bit of self-pity.

"......" Fei Shuqing blinked, a little unable to get around, and finally sorted out the meaning of Mo Wengu's words, and couldn't help but feel a little puzzled, he held the clear water cup in his hand, walked to the window, and stretched out his fat finger to dip it in water and smeared it on the tea leaves, while saying to Mo Wengu, "The prince is really too worried." ”

"In fact, no matter if you are fat and strong or thin, Miss Liu regards you as a friend, even if you become a fat man, Miss Liu's attitude towards you will not change, you can rest assured." Fei Shu continued to speak, and the movement of applying the tea leaves on his hand was very gentle, for fear of accidentally breaking it.

But these words deeply pierced Mo Wengu's heart. It seems that the wound that he didn't want to admit in his heart a long time ago was suddenly opened in public by Fat Shuqing* naked and mercilessly, ridiculing him for being just a second stunned person who would never be favored by the goddess in the face of love.

His face instantly became very bad, and he looked at Shu Qing's fat back and was speechless for a long time. After a few moments, he turned and walked out of the study door.

Fei Shuqing saw Mo Wengu walking out, so he straightened his back and asked him sideways, "Lord Wang, where are you going?" ”

Mo Wengu paused in his footsteps, looked at her sideways, and said word by word: "Smoke, rain, building!" ”

Mo Wengu would rather go to a place like Yanyulou than stay in the mansion to face her, which shows how disgusted Mo Wengu is for her in his heart. Fat Shuqing leaned against the window, his fat body like a piece of fatty pork belly. After a moment of silence, Shu Qing finally came back to his senses, retracted his gaze expressionlessly, and continued to caress the tea leaves with his fat and thick index finger, one by one, very seriously.

After sprinkling water for the tea trees, Fei Shuqing leaned against the wall and struggled to stand up, sitting on the chair next to him to breathe his breath. Reach for your numb thighs. His eyes swept over the fat of the white flowers on his body, sighed, and Mo Wengu's words appeared in his ears, and he couldn't help but feel a little sad. After a long time, until the soreness in his legs subsided, Fang stood up awkwardly and returned to the room with a trembling step. Calling the housekeeper to respond by his side, Shu Qing opened the wooden box with the marriage, took out all the ginseng, deer fetus, cordyceps sinensis and other tonic in it, and handed it to Steward Wang.

Steward Wang stopped again and again and said that the things were precious and he really couldn't accept them, but Fei Shuqing had a hard attitude, so he stuffed him into his arms, and in desperation, Steward Wang had to hold a bunch of treasures and sighed to get out of the door.

After a short rest, Shu Qing stood up again, asked Steward Wang to prepare the carriage, and then walked out of the house with difficult steps.

With the support of the horse driver, he finally got into the carriage, and Shu Qing was already sweating. "Go to Erli Mountain." Fei Shuqing gave the order, and the clatter of the carriage sounded regularly.

At this time, it is the late spring season, and the peach and willow green pear blossoms can be seen along the road, and the scenery is beautiful. However, Shu Qing only leaned on the carriage, where did he have the heart to see this.