An hour later, everyone finished eating shabu and seafood in the Fengfu wine shop, and the mood was finally a little more relaxed.

Feng Jiao was just about to walk into the kitchen, but was picked up by Ling Yuan all of a sudden.

"A-Yuan, you...... What do you do? Hurry up and let me down...... There are a lot of people watching here. Feng Jiao blushed and said.

"Little chef, take you to a nap for your husband." Ling Yuan said.

He had just noticed that in the course of his lunch, his little cook had yawned twice and hammered his waist three times.

The corners of her eyes were faintly red, obviously tired.

Seeing her like this, Ling Yuan was simply distressed, knowing that once she finished lunch, she would definitely have to go into the kitchen to study those recipes, so he simply took the first step to pick her up, hugged her, and walked towards her bedroom.

Feng Jiao was a little shy, but when she thought of the era she lived in, at weddings, or some other occasions, it was very common for fiancés to hold their fiancées, and this kind of princess hugging posture would be envied by the little sisters, so she stared at Ling Yuan deeply with shame and joy, and accepted his hug generously.

She didn't know that the Demon Emperor Hanxing, who was standing behind them, pursed her lips in silence.

When he saw Feng Jiao's eyes looking at Ling Yuan, he knew that except for Ling Yuan, no other man could walk into Feng Jiao's heart.

He always knew that for Feng Jiao, he was not a good match.

And at this moment, Feng Jiao looked at Ling Yuan's gaze, but for the first time, he had a feeling of complete loss.

Unexpectedly, Feng Jiao didn't shyly bury her hairy head in his chest because there were too many people, but let him hold it generously, and looked at him with beautiful eyes, which made Ling Yuan can't help but feel overjoyed.

He carried her into the bedroom, and although he was thrilled by the sparks that burst out from his eyes, he was always worried about her fatigue, and only imprinted a shallow kiss on her lips, and then hugged her and lay down, and let her rub a comfortable position in the crook of his arm, and fell asleep with her.

Feng Jiao felt that her meow Daxian's embrace was very warm, making her feel extraordinarily safe, leaning on his arms, she seemed to have everything, as if she had left all her troubles.

A warm sense of happiness enveloped her, coupled with the fact that she had been really tired these days, so she quickly leaned into Ling Yuan's arms and fell into a deep dream.

Feng Jiao slept for an hour and a half, and it was not until the day that it was close to dusk that she finally woke up.

She slowly opened her eyes, only to find that the person next to her pillow was lying on her side, admiring her sleeping face while casually flipping through a book.

Thinking of her sleeping appearance and not knowing how long she had been watched by her meow Daxian, she couldn't help but blush.

After sitting up, tidying up his clothes and recombing his hair, he ran into the kitchen as if he were about to start practicing cooking the glutinous rice ball.

Feng Jiao prepared milk, glutinous rice flour, corn starch, butter, white sugar, desiccated coconut and her favorite fruit, and called Xing'er, and the master and servant were busy together.

According to the record in the recipe, Feng Jiao thoroughly mixed glutinous rice flour, corn starch, white sugar and milk, and filtered the mixed rice milk three times with a specially prepared strainer.

Put water in a pot and bring to a boil, cover the glutinous rice milk with a cage cloth, and steam over high heat for 10 minutes.