After saying this, the fair face of a certain emperor was dyed crimson as if a thin layer of powder had been applied. The tips of the ears hidden under the scattered green silk were even more red.

"Do you feel uncomfortable? How so? Feng Jiao heard that Meow Daxian was uncomfortable, where could she take care of anything else, her heart immediately became nervous, and she looked at Ling Yuan with a worried face and said, "Why don't I call Yun Shen and let him come and treat you." ”

"Don't!" Ling Yuan held Feng Jiao's hand and said to her, "You can eat with peace of mind, I'll be fine after a little rest." ”

If Yun Shen knew that he had heart palpitations that could only be relieved by holding the little chef, Yun Shen would definitely laugh at him.

"Really?" Feng Jiao looked at Meow Daxian suspiciously and said.

She felt that Meow Daxian looked ruddy, not at all like she was sick.

Moreover, what disease does you have that needs to be relieved by holding her?

Isn't it...... Lovesickness?!

But as Meow Daxian said before, he is obviously very opposed to shemale love.

Meow Daxian's inconsistent words and deeds made Feng Jiao's heart feel very confused.

Since she couldn't figure it out, she didn't bother with it for the time being, and began to sit down and eat noodles.

Ling Yuan glanced deeply at Feng Jiao, and began to bow his head to eat noodles.

Although he was bowing his head and eating the delicious lo mein, he couldn't taste it at all. I have been thinking about the sweet and soft aroma on the little chef's body, and the crimson color on my face has not faded, but has become more and more intense.

Both of them were silent, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became a little dreary and strange.

Until Apricot's voice came in from the courtyard outside.

"Master, haven't you finished eating the noodles yet? It's snowing outside! ”

"Oh? Is it? Feng Jiao didn't know what to do to get out of such a dull and embarrassing situation, when she heard Xing'er's voice, she hurriedly put down the bowl in her hand, stood up and walked towards the door.

Finding that Feng Jiao put down her rice bowl and walked directly to the door, Ling Yuan couldn't help but clench the chopsticks in his hand.

His little cook shouldn't be angry because of his sudden hug just now, right?

But...... I didn't know what was going on just now, he just couldn't restrain himself, he just wanted to hug her into his arms.

Just when Ling Yuan couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive in his heart, afraid that his little cook would ignore him, he suddenly heard her laughter coming from the courtyard.

"Wow, it's really big under this snow, if only it could keep it this big and cover up in the yard."

"Master, why?" Apricot asked curiously.

"If the snow is piled up, we might as well take advantage of the vacation and have free time to build a snowman. Of course, we can also have snowball fights. Feng Jiao smiled.

"Build a snowman? Snowball fight? What are these? Is it a new recipe that the host has come up with? Xing'er hurriedly asked excitedly.

"Snowman and snowball fights are not for food, they are for snow to play." Feng Jiao smiled and explained to Xing'er about building a snowman and having a snowball fight, which made Xing'er's eyes light up, and she was looking forward to the fun in the snow.

"By the way, when it comes to the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, we can still make ice lanterns!" Feng Jiao said happily.

Only she knows in her own heart that she ......