Then when he passed by the kitchen, he saw the couple busy in the kitchen, and the ghost messenger came up to the couple and asked, "What is your usual pattern of getting along?" ”

The couple was a little confused, and Nangong Lie probably guessed that his question was a bit abrupt.

But for a moment, he didn't know how to explain it.

Fortunately, this woman's mind was quick, and she reacted and said, "Childe has quarreled with his family? ”

Family?

Gu Qianli was the woman he identified, and she was indeed a member of the family, and nodded: "Yes." ”

Then Nangong Lie, who had always spoken very little, was like pouring beans, and told the woman what Gu Qianli had told him before.

When the woman heard this, she suddenly realized, "Since you are willing to respect her decision, the right thing to do now is to make her angry." ”

It seems to be so, so Nangong Lie nodded: "Hmm." ”

"It's better for you to make a meal." When the woman said this, she glanced at the honest and honest husband beside her, and her eyebrows and eyes were all sweet.

Nangong Lie: "......"

Without waiting for him to ask, the woman said, "I married my husband because of a meal that he had cooked with his own hands." ”

The voice entered his ears, Nangong Lie was empowered, Gu Qianli's words sounded in his mind again, and he finally really understood what she meant.

She wants her own personal space, and she wants them to be able to get along like a normal couple.

After figuring out this, there was now a scene of Nangong Lie standing in front of this stove and cooking.

Back to the present, Nangong Lie put the last dish into the basin, listening to the footsteps getting closer and closer behind him, he recognized that this was her footsteps.

My back was a little stiff, and my hand was a little stiff.

A soft little hand suddenly covered his big hand, and then said softly: "If you put the dish like this, won't the dish be scattered in half." ”

Her little hand, grasping his big hand, placed the dish in its entirety into the basin.

Nangong Lie looked at her sideways, and on her face, he didn't see any signs of anger.

So when Gu Qianli withdrew his hand, Nangong Lie grabbed her hand back: "Qianli ......"

"Everyone hasn't eaten yet, now that you've prepared our dishes, shouldn't you give up your place to someone else?" He held her hand, still not letting go.

Gu Qianli smiled lightly and the sun was shining, stood on tiptoe, and said to him gently: "If you don't leave, you have to let them see the joke." ”

"This king has never been afraid of jokes." I'm just afraid you'll ignore me.

The latter words were not said, and Gu Qianli also knew what he wanted to say.

In a reversal, she took the initiative to hold his big hand, pulled him out, and instructed the man in black on the side, "You bring all the food cooked by the prince to the camp tent." ”

"Yes." The man in black sprang into action.

When a couple on the side heard Gu Qianli's words and knew that this man was the prince, they were so frightened that their legs and feet became weak.

At first, they just thought he was a rich boy, but they didn't expect it, they didn't expect it......

When Gu Qianli walked past the crowd in the manufacturing factory, he said seriously: "The food cooked by the prince can only be eaten by me alone, so you have to wait for a while." ”

In the coquettish words, there was a sense of domineering.

This domineering made Nangong Lie's heart jump.

The food cooked by the prince, even if Gu Qianli didn't say it, they didn't dare to eat it!!

One by one, they bowed their heads and saluted: "See the prince." ”