The little guy bowed down and put the brass pot on the table, a fresh fragrance came to his nose, and in the pot, the chicken soup with oil removed was crystal clear, and a few sprigs of bright green coriander floated on it. It looks pleasing to the eye.

Behind him was a slender maid, it was Du Ruo, holding a plate of white porcelain painted chrysanthemums with blue backgrounds, on which were placed chrysanthemum petals that had been washed and drained.

"My lord, my girl said to let you try a new dish."

Du Ruo didn't squint, and after bowing to the prime minister, he put the plate in his hand next to the brass pot.

"Haha, okay, your girl still knows filial piety." Prime Minister Chun Yu smiled proudly, just now he listened to Du Wuyu's report, and the girl made a new dish, which was delicious.

At this time, I was regretting in my heart, and it was bland and tasteless to pick up the dishes on the table and put them in my mouth, but I didn't expect Yan Yan to send him intimately.

Du Wu muttered secretly on the side, I won't send it to you, I don't know how you play it when you turn around!

Du Wu remembered that last time because he didn't inform the girl of the new dishes in time, he was punished by the prime minister for not eating for a day, and hissed...... It was really uncomfortable, and he stood aside and watched the prime minister eat the girl's food.

Therefore, when he reported just now, he deliberately added a sentence, delicious tight, hehe, let adults also try this heart-wrenching taste.

This aroma also made the jaws drop of several students present, and they couldn't help but swallow their saliva secretly.

I heard that the girl from the Prime Minister's family has a thick waist and round legs, and she looks like she has no salt, but she didn't expect that she made a good dish.

If Du Ruo didn't hear what they said in their hearts, if he knew that they thought like this, he would probably put a plate on their faces.

At this moment, Du Ruo put the slender golden chrysanthemum filaments into the brass pot little by little, the green coriander and the golden yellow, with the boiling water up and down, the heart of a table also hung up.

When will it be able to eat it in your mouth?

Prime Minister Chun Yu looked around at his wolf-like gaze, and felt uncomfortable.

This is Yan Yan's filial piety, which is cheaper for this group of boys.

But it's okay, let them know that Yan Yan of his family is also a woman in the show, so she is not the mess that is rumored outside.

Du Ruo put the chrysanthemum silk and retreated.

A few people couldn't wait to raise their chopsticks, at this time, only to hear the prime minister's "cough" a few times, slowly glanced at them, and said slowly: "The ancients liked this chrysanthemum Su Ya and steadfast, why don't you write poems on this topic today?" ”

How is it? Not how!

Who can still have the heart to compose poetry in this fragrant and drooling delicacy? Prime Minister, this is really difficult for a strong man.

It was extremely difficult, and several people put down their chopsticks and thought about it for a long time.

Regardless of the Prime Minister's abrasive habits, just being able to show his face in front of adults will live up to the current state of food.

In case, if the adults are in a good mood, let them eat two more bites.

The Prime Minister looked at the sad faces of each one, and was in a good mood, so he picked up a piece of chicken with chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

Oops, it's so delicious, the tender chicken, with the fragrance of chrysanthemum, spreads in the mouth, and the whole body is immediately comfortable, and every pore is opened.

Prime Minister Chun Yu shook his head and picked up another pair of chopsticks.

And while composing poems, I secretly looked at the people who came over, and suddenly felt resentful, is it delicious or not, sir? What do you mean by shaking your head?

Feeling the gaze from there, the Prime Minister quickly put the chicken in his mouth and asked vaguely, "What?" Got it? ”

Several people were excited and hurriedly took their eyes back.

And one of the tall and thin men was sweating profusely and his face was flushed.

In front of him, there was only a sea of golden flowers, and a cyan figure who asked him seriously, "Are you powdered".

If you guess correctly, that's Chunyu girl, right?

As if her words were still in her ears, her eyes were clear and sincere, and the man didn't know how to feel for a while, and his face turned even redder.

"Huh? Jun Hao, what's wrong with you, are you uncomfortable? ”

A man next to him noticed that Meng Junhao was inappropriate, and asked worriedly.

Facing Prime Minister Chunyu's gaze, the sweat on Meng Junhao's face rose faster, he raised his sleeve and wiped the sweat on his forehead, his eyes dodged, and he pulled the corners of his mouth and explained: "Oh, maybe, it's too hot with this chrysanthemum pot, right?" ”

All......

Why don't we feel hot?

But at this moment, I still don't care if what he says is true or not, it's okay, just delay the time to compose poetry.

After a while, a few people finished writing, and then couldn't wait to sit at the table, waiting for the prime minister to say that the meal would be started.

"Well, that's good, that's good......" The Prime Minister shook his head and looked at their new works one by one, while peeking at them scratching their hearts and livers, and felt proud.

Hey, okay, so they can be impressed.

Isn't there a saying about that? If you want to capture a man's heart, you must first grab a man's stomach.

Eh, who said that, the prime minister wrinkled his eyebrows.

Several students suddenly held their breath and condensed, for fear that the Prime Minister's sentence would not be easy to rewrite, then, when will they be able to eat this pot.

Oh, by the way, once when he came back from the yaw and brought peach cakes to Yan Yan, he happened to hear the girl named Du Bingxin talking to Yan Yan, as if this was the case.

Well, yes, yes, the Prime Minister's attitude towards Du Bingxin at the moment suddenly changed.

Later, when Du Bingxin came to the Prime Minister's Mansion again, he was almost frightened by the Prime Minister's loving tone, which is a later story.

Let's say, when the prime minister thinks of this, he feels more and more that Yan Yan's filial piety today is a godsend, and maybe Yan Yan's marriage is coming.

Continuing to watch, the Prime Minister frowned: "Jun Hao, did you do this?" ”

Holding the note paper in his hand, Prime Minister Chun Yu looked at Meng Junhao.

That's a lot worse than his level.

Meng Junhao hurriedly got up and accidentally bumped into the table, and Huang Huali's table swayed, and the chrysanthemum chicken soup in the brass pot splashed out.

"Hey, be careful!"

Several people said in unison, all of them opened their hands to protect the copper pot.

Meng Junhao's words were stagnant, and he looked at the prime minister directly.

Prime Minister Chun Yu withdrew his hand, coughed, and sat down again.

"Jun Hao, your article is not satisfactory."

"Yes, student, the student was attracted by this, the fresh way of eating chrysanthemums into the pot, but the student was not, and he failed to concentrate on it."

After hearing this, Prime Minister Chun Yu smiled: "Ah, that's the case, haha, it's okay, pay attention next time, if you like this pot, then eat more, come, eat, eat......"

The two bites that Prime Minister Chun had just padded were long gone, and when he was scared just now, he thought that if something accidentally knocked over, he wouldn't be able to eat it.

After speaking, the Prime Minister's chopsticks were as quick as lightning and reached into the pot.

Let's eat first......