"It's not like I haven't seen it before, what's so reserved!" Xiu's eyebrows were raised slightly, and the man on the bed added disapprovingly.

When the words fell, Bei Mingchen immediately received a roll of the woman's eyes, and was glared at by her, the man seemed to have been used to it a long time ago, and he didn't take it to heart at all, Bei Mingchen's gaze fell on the thing in the woman's hand.

"You broke into the king's bedroom early in the morning to bring food to the king?"

Without answering the man's question, He Muwan just stepped forward and put the things in her hand on the table, and then she glanced at the man and said to herself: "You put on your clothes!" ”

After hesitating for a moment, Bei Mingchen finally pulled the half-open shirt on his body according to the woman's words, and then he tied the belt to cover his originally bare chest.

Getting up from the bed, Bei Mingchen walked to the table and sat down, looking at the tray on the table with a curious expression, "What are you doing here?" ”

"Ginseng soup!" He Muwan responded truthfully, "Didn't you get injured yesterday, I thought, you may need to make up for it!" ”

While speaking, He Muwan opened the soup cup on the tray, put a few spoonfuls into the empty bowl on the side, and pushed it in front of the man.

"Did you boil it yourself?" Looking at the contents of the bowl and trying to smell it again, Bei Mingchen felt that it seemed to be good.

"Or else?" He Muwan asked without answering.

"Is today a special day? Or is the sun coming out in the west? Bei Mingchen pretended to be surprised, and as he spoke, he deliberately stretched his neck and poked his head outside along the paper window.

"What?" Regarding the man's sudden strange behavior, He Muwan was confused.

"The princess actually took the initiative to make ginseng soup for the king, and personally sent it to the king's bedroom early in the morning, the king is really flattered!"

She understood it, and it turned out that the man just wanted to ridicule himself for not being virtuous and considerate enough, and saw the man's evil face in his eyes, He Muwan said angrily: "If you don't drink it, forget it!" ”

As she spoke, she stood up and reached out to take away the soup bowl that had just been handed to the man, but her hand was grasped by the man, "Don't worry, this king didn't say no to drink!" ”

I don't know why, the man's sudden touch made He Muwan panic in her heart, and after being slightly stunned, she came back to her senses, withdrew her hand from the man's hand, and sat back on the chair behind her.

The phoenix eyes squinted, and glanced at the woman on the side, the corners of Bei Mingchen's mouth hooked slightly, scooped up a spoonful of soup casually, and he put it to his lips and took a sip.

"How's it taste?" He Muwan turned his head, leaned in front of the man, and asked impatiently.

"This is the first time I've ever cooked!" Without waiting for the man to answer, He Muwan added a sentence immediately.

It turned out that this was her first time cooking soup, no wonder she was so eager to know what the soup tasted like, the man smiled in his heart.

The brows that had been slightly furrowed just now instantly relaxed, and Bei Mingchen swallowed back all the words he originally wanted to say.

"You boiled the soup, didn't you taste it yourself?" Putting down the soup spoon in his hand, Bei Mingchen asked without answering.

"I'll send it to you directly after the stew, this soup cup has never been opened, so naturally I haven't tasted it!"

"Besides, if you give food to others, how can you eat it yourself!" The voice was not loud, He Muwan added as a matter of course.

Then she stared at the man with crystal eyes, and said nervously, "What? Isn't it delicious? ”

"It's okay!"

"Really? I'll taste it! Looking at the man's expression, He Muwan thought that her soup was stewed very badly, but now that she heard the man say that it was okay, she immediately burst into tears and smiled, and stretched out her hand directly to the soup bowl.

But who knew that her hand had just touched the soup bowl when she was stopped by the man.

"Huh! Didn't you say that this soup was stewed by you for this king, how can you drink it yourself! "Tightly guarding the soup bowl, Bei Yingchen is serious.

"I just want to taste it, so that the next time I make soup, I will know better!" While explaining, He Muwan tried hard to snatch the soup bowl from the man's hand.

Hearing the woman's "next time", the man's expression was obviously stunned, but then quickly returned to normal, "That's not okay!" Still insisting on refusing to let go, Bei Mingchen said arrogantly.

Along the crack in the door, he saw two people pulling the soup bowl back and forth like children, Qin Yuning smiled helplessly and shook his head.

Suddenly hearing a "bang", Qin Yuning couldn't help but be startled, and looked into the house, only to find that it was the two of them who slipped and didn't hold it, so that the soup bowl fell to the ground and turned into pieces in an instant.

The soup spilled out and splashed on He Muwan's hands, although the soup in the bowl had been cold for a long time, it was still a little hot, and it hurt so much that she couldn't help frowning slightly.

"Are you alright?" Bei Mingchen was in a hurry, and hurriedly asked with concern, and as he spoke, he reached out to see the woman's hand that had just been burned.

The pain was just for a moment, and there was nothing wrong at all, so He Muwan took advantage of the man's nervous efforts to quickly walk towards the soup cup on the table, directly scooped up a large spoonful of soup, and put it into his mouth.

Looking at the woman's quick movements, Bei Mingchen was immediately dumbfounded, and wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

The mouth was bulging, He Muwan frowned, and finally couldn't swallow it, she squirted out all the ginseng soup she had just drunk.

The soup splashed on the man's trouser legs, and he didn't care, but took out a handkerchief from his arms, handed it to the woman, and said, "Wipe your mouth!" ”

Grabbing the handkerchief, He Muwan wiped off the soup from the corner of her mouth, and said with an embarrassed face: "Why is it so unpleasant?" ”

"I said I wouldn't let you drink it, but you have to drink it!" After speaking, Bei Mingchen said with a slight reproach.

"I obviously did what the book says, but what's the problem?" It didn't seem to hear the man's words, put down the handkerchief, and He Muwan muttered thoughtfully.

"If you want this king to say, this kind of thing is not suitable for you, this king sees, you should not do it in the future!" Pouting helplessly, Bei Mingchen said with a disgusted face.

"Hey, why are you like this, although this soup is a little hard to drink...... He Muwan jumped to her feet, pointed at the man and said loudly, until she said the word "unpleasant", she obviously quieted her voice.

But then, she immediately regained her usual sense of righteousness, "But this soup is also made by me when I got up early in the morning and cooked it for you, even if you don't appreciate it, there's no need to hit me like this!" Saying that, He Muwan turned his head disdainfully.