When the time comes, of course, everyone will be blessed!

Lao Qin even thought with some regret that the wedding banquet between the emperor and Miss Feng Jiao must not be handled by the bride of Miss Feng Jiao.

Alas, it's a shame to think about it.

When the guards of the Emperor's Mansion carried the last dowry into the backyard of the Fengfu Wine Shop, the crowd outside to watch the excitement dispersed, but everyone had a deeper understanding of the Emperor's luxury of spending a lot of money for the sake of beauty.

The nine hundred and ninety-nine dowry gifts are enough to show that the emperor attaches great importance to Miss Feng Jiao.

After this operation, no one will look down on Feng Jiao again, and say how could a dignified emperor marry a little cook.

With the nine hundred and ninety-nine dowry gifts, it proved that the little chef was in her mind, and the value above everything else was avoided, so as to avoid the trouble of someone looking for her in the future, or that she was not, Ling Yuan was satisfied and pulled his little chef, and under the attention of everyone, she entered the backyard of the Fengfu wine store in a high-profile manner.

"Little chef, in fact, I have prepared a special thing. But this thing can't be said to be a dowry. Because it may be helpful for future rituals. Ling Yuan said.

"Is it the recipe of the ancient method of the Immortal Realm that I asked you to help sort out last time?" Feng Jiao hurriedly asked with her eyes shining.

Even if there will be one or two people with unenlightened brains in the future, who want to embarrass or slander Feng Jiao, as long as they think of the emperor's nine hundred and ninety-nine dowry, they will shout, they can't be provoked, they can't be provoked.

Mo said that Miss Feng Jiao herself also has the cultivation of the Immortal Emperor, and she has a variety of different fires.

Just looking at the emperor's appearance of protecting his shortcomings, it will make people retreat.

She said with her eyes shining as she fell on Ling Yuan's face: "And you can't be lazy, you must help me try it later." ”

"Okay." He smiled and agreed, but felt a little loss in his heart.

A certain little chef's passion for food seems to be a little stronger than their engagement today.

"Exactly." Ling Yuan said with a smile.

His little cook is smart!

When it came to food, especially the ancient dishes that were lost in the spiritual realm and were related to sacrifices, Feng Jiao became interested: "Since you have already prepared the recipes, it is better to do this." I'll give it a try and see if I can follow those recipes and make a delicious meal. ”

While Ling Yuan looked at her vivid and bright back, he subconsciously raised his hand, touching the place where she had kissed lightly just now, and unconsciously raised the corners of his lips.

Once in the kitchen, Feng Jiao felt like she had returned to her own battlefield, to the realm controlled by herself.

She immediately took the recipes and studied them.

As her husband, what else can he do besides spoiling.

Of course, seeing that a certain meow immortal performed so well today, Feng Jiao would not fail to give a reward.

She approached him quickly, stood on tiptoe, wrapped her arms around his neck, sprinted a gentle kiss on the side of his face, and ran into the kitchen with the recipes of the old dishes he had handed her.

The first recipe Feng Jiao saw was the ancient method of soy sauce chicken.

Feng Jiao knows that the soy sauce used in this ancient dish is actually like the meaning of the small pot of soy sauce made by herself.

For her......