My Gentle Tyrant (26)
Ji Xiaorong was slapped before he quieted down.
Fu Yue calmly withdrew his hand.
"What are you talking about at such a young age? Have I ever had love for you? ”
The child covers his head with both hands.
The red lips pursed.
He said sullenly, his voice soft and crisp: "So love has indeed disappeared." ”
I don't know if it's Fu Yue's illusion, the kid seems to sigh.
Fu Yue: "......"
In this world, the little emperor and modern society are obviously well integrated, and now he has to kill people from time to time, and he doesn't have headaches anymore, and even his temperament has changed a lot.
From the beginning of the violence, gradually became, sand sculpture and drama spirit.
Soon, the dish came up.
The little emperor opened a pair of beautiful big eyes, knelt on the table, and looked curiously at the cauldron in front of him.
"What is this?"
The pot was a lot bigger than his face.
Fu Yue picked up a piece of fat beef and soaked it in the spicy pot for thirty seconds with an expressionless face, and then sandwiched it into Ji Xiaorong's bowl, and the white rice instantly became oily.
"Try it."
After Fu Yue finished clipping a chopstick fat cow for him, he began to eat it himself.
The little emperor watched Fu Yue clip a piece of fat cow, then dipped the small plate of sauce, and then stuffed it into his mouth, and finally, he showed a satisfied smile, and his eyes narrowed with laughter.
Little Emperor: "? ”
Is it so delicious?
The little emperor from thousands of years later is like a turtle who has never entered the city.
Speaking of a handful of bitter tears, the best thing he has ever eaten in these days is instant noodles.
Emma, it's so fragrant.
Ji Xiaorong picked up the chopsticks and tried to hold the fat cow, and then also dipped it in the sauce and stuffed it into his mouth.
He chewed.
Then there was a momentary pause, as if the pause button had been pressed, and the whole small one was petrified.
Motionless.
Fu Yue: "? ”
She poked the little emperor: "What's wrong with you?" What about playing one-two-three wooden people? ”
Ji Xiaorong stiffened his neck and turned his head, his eyes were red, the bottom of his eyes was sparkling, and there were a few tears on his curly and thick eyelashes, and he hissed for a long time.
Hurriedly poured a large mouthful of water.
The lip flap is spicy and more red and beautiful.
"Spicy, spicy."
Ji Xiaorong couldn't speak, looking at Fu Yue's eyes with tears.
This is a hard cry!
Fu Yue: "Hahahahahahaha ”
She laughed out loud unkindly.
The little emperor rolled his eyes at her several times.
Fu Yue: "Forget it, you might as well eat the clear soup pot, or eat the crayfish." ”
As she spoke, she sent the plate of crayfish to the little emperor.
The little emperor actually can't accept this kind of crustacean-like creature, can this creature that looks like a scorpion really be eaten?
……
Five minutes later.
The little emperor peeled the crayfish quickly, and he ate it deliciously, although his eyes were so spicy that the corners of his eyes were red and there were tears, he ate while drinking water.
It's not spicy and not delicious.
But he can't eat spicy food very well.
can't escape the fate of being ridiculed by Fu Yue.
After eating and drinking.
Ji Xiaorong collapsed on the chair in a kind of uncle, he glanced at Fu Yue faintly, as if he had thought for a long time before he finally made up his mind: "Otherwise, we should not go back, right?" It's good to stay here. ”
So much to eat.
There's no going back.
Not only do I not have these delicious foods, but I don't even have a mobile phone and computer WiFi.
The little emperor felt that he couldn't live like that.