Seeing such a Song Painting Temple, Meng Zhaoyan's heart softened suddenly.

In order to please herself, she did such a cheap thing.

Meng Zhaoyan forcibly sat behind the table, the table full of dishes was of course much worse than what the palace chef made, but the fragrance was very sufficient, Meng Zhaoyan suppressed the surprise in his heart, frowned and asked, "Who made today's dinner?" ”

Xiyue trembled and bent down tremblingly and replied, "Back to the prince, it is ...... It's the cook in the house, what are the instructions of the prince? ”

Meng Zhaoyan bent his index finger and knocked on the table, and said seriously: "The dinner is so ugly, how can this king get the chopsticks!" Is this the level of the chef in the palace? ”

Xiyue wanted to say something, but was stopped back by the Song Painting Temple, and the Song Painting Temple smiled reluctantly and said, "It doesn't look good, but maybe it's different when you taste it...... Right? ”

In the end, the Song Painting Temple lacks confidence, and it is only afraid that it will be self-defeating.

Meng Zhaoyan was still frowning, but in the end he didn't say much, he reluctantly moved his chopsticks, and stretched out his hand to grab a chopstick towards the dish in front of him.

Meng Zhaoyan didn't laugh with a lot of effort, the princess's expression was too cute, put the dish in her mouth, Meng Zhaoyan chewed it carefully, the taste was not unpalatable, but had its unique fragrance, most of the dishes in front of him were unknown to him, and the taste was never tasted.

He was a little curious about where he learned these dishes from the Song Painting Temple.

Meng Zhaoyan tilted his head and asked Xiyue, "Has today's cook changed?" ”

Xiyue secretly glanced at the Song Painting Temple, and the Song Painting Temple glanced at her, and she said: "Back to the prince, the person in charge of cooking tonight is ......"

"Who is it?"

"It's the princess."

Meng Zhaoyan was surprised and said, "Ancestral Hall? ”

Xiyue retreated, Song Huaci nodded, and a dull voice sounded, "It's me, how did you taste?" Is it delicious? ”

Song Huaci looked at him expectantly, Meng Zhaoyan couldn't bear to hang her heart anymore, nodded, and said, "Not bad." It was also the first time I had tasted such a dish. ”

"Really?" A visible light flashed in the eyes of the Song Painting Temple.

Meng Zhaoyan nodded and said, "Exactly, but I'm curious, where did I learn these cooking skills from the ancestral hall?" ”

Song Huaci was immediately stunned, what should she say!

"This ......"

Meng Zhaoyan raised his eyebrows and asked, "What, isn't it convenient to say?" ”

Song Huaci shook his head with his sleeve in his palm, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "No, it's just ...... I peeked in my father's study, and I'm embarrassed to say ......"

"Mrs. Song's study?"

Song Huaci nodded.

Meng Zhaoyan smiled lightly and said, "Taifu is really knowledgeable, and even such books are included. ”

Song Huaci nodded abruptly at his words, for fear that he would not believe it.

Meng Zhaoyan was only afraid that he would not be able to hold it anymore, and his heart had been softened by the princess's performance.

He slowly took a few more chopsticks and asked, "What is the purpose of the princess like this?" ”

Song Huaci opened his eyes and said nonsense, immediately shook his head, and said, "No, no, I just want to cook for you......"

Meng Zhaoyan clenched his fist with one hand to cover his mouth, forcibly pressed down the corners of his mouth, and said: "Have you ever heard such a sentence in the ancestral hall, saying that there is nothing to do, and it is either a traitor or a thief?" ”

Song Huaci's cheeks were red, and they burned to the root of his ears, and he couldn't speak.

"So what is the matter with the ancestral hall?"

In fact, Meng Zhaoyan knew that the Song Painting Temple was doing these things just to get out of the house, but he said that it was really a last resort, and he couldn't say it easily.

Song Huaci buried her head and thought for a moment, she cautiously raised her head to take a look, and muttered, "Yes...... Or for that incident in the morning......"

"Out of the house?"

Song Huaci nodded, and his head was about to be buried in his chest.

Meng Zhaoyan sighed and said, "No, don't insist on it, everything else is fine, this matter can't be compromised, you don't know how many dangers are waiting for you to throw yourself into the net......"

"Meng Zhaoyan!"

Song Huaci was completely anxious, she stood up and slapped the table, "What danger is not dangerous, can't you send someone to protect me, I won't go far!" It's just a casual look with my sister.,Isn't that okay? ”

Meng Zhaoyan's gaze moved downward, and when Song Huaci's hand reached up, he saw that his hand had been wrapped in white gauze one after another, which had been placed under the table before, and was covered by his sleeves He didn't see it, but now he could see it clearly.

Song Huaci hasn't cooked for a long time, and the utensils here are not quite primitive compared to modern times, she is really not easy to use, and she hurts a lot back and forth.

Following Meng Zhaoyan's gaze, Song Huaci's heart jumped, and he hurriedly hid his hand behind his back, "Don't, don't look at it." ”

Meng Zhaoyan frowned, moved a little closer, and said, "Stretch out your hand, I'll take a look." ”

Song Huaci walked a few steps backwards, his eyes fluttering, and stammered: "No, no, it's already bandaged, and the wound is not deep." ”

Meng Zhaoyan didn't insist any longer, his eyebrows gathered between his eyebrows, and asked, "Did you get it while cooking?" ”

I only heard the Song Painting Temple hum very softly, and there was no follow-up.

Meng Zhaoyan's eyes lit up, but his tone sounded like there were no waves, and he only said: "Just to go out of the house, you actually do these things?" If you hurt yourself, why do you want to do this to yourself? ”

This was said seriously, Song Huaci suddenly felt uncomfortable when she heard it, she suddenly raised her head, looked at Meng Zhaoyan and said: "I didn't practice myself, if you don't want to, you don't want to, why do you say that about me?" Is it easy for me to do this? If you don't appreciate it, forget it. ”

After speaking, the Song Painting Temple ran out of the side door, and the footsteps were windy, and the setting moon couldn't catch up if he wanted to.

Meng Zhaoyan sighed, pressed the anxious Xiyue, and drove the wheelchair to follow.

Song Huaci was angry in his heart, and he couldn't run far, and he stopped when he ran into the garden like in the morning.

As soon as he sat down on the cold stone bench, he began to meditate silently.

She was a little frustrated, not only because she couldn't take Song Qiaoshu out of the house as she wished, but also because Meng Zhaoyan was resentful that she turned a blind eye to her hard work.

Whether it was in the past or now, she is a relatively independent person, rarely cooks for others, and has always sought to satisfy herself and be happy.

It's rare to do this for someone else once, and the other party doesn't appreciate it very much, saying that she is practicing herself.

Phew!

Song Huaci stomped her feet hard, and Meng Zhaoyan saw her like this when she came.

"Ancestral ......"

Meng Zhaoyan only called her lightly, and Song Huaci immediately turned his back to him when he heard the voice.

Meng Zhaoyan was angry and funny.

?“ Ancestral Hall, I'm doing this for your own good. ”

The Song Painting Temple continued to turn around, avoiding Meng Zhaoyan.

After a few back and forth, Meng Zhaoyan was finally laughed at by him.

"Ancestral Hall, what do you want?"

Song Huaci suddenly raised his head and said, "You let me out of the house, everything is easy to talk about." ”

"No way!"

"Forget it, there's nothing more to say."

Meng Zhaoyan shook his head and sighed, "I said so much, you didn't listen to a word, did you?" ”

Song Huaci looked at him, bit his lower lip, and said, "You said that you would protect me and my sister." ”