“……？” Ning Jiao was stunned: "Doesn't the prince have something to eat?" ”

She glanced at his porridge, yam and lean porridge, the chef of the palace was very good at cooking, the porridge was cooked just right, fragrant and soft and glutinous.

"It's too light." Song Chumo found a suitable reason for himself.

Ning Jiao was silent for a while, looking at his eyes and wanting to stop talking, and finally didn't say anything, and pushed her hand over.

She watched Song Chumo take the pair of chopsticks from her hand, and walked away.

The man eats very elegantly, the one that has just been made by the copying hand is a little hot, and the first bite of it is burned with a hideous expression, Ning Jiao couldn't help it, and laughed out loud.

"......" Song Chumo glanced sideways, glanced at her lightly, swallowed the mouthful, and asked her, "Funny?" ”

"It's not funny." Ning Jiao pursed her lips, trying to suppress the corners of her lips that curved upward, and her shoulders, which were trembling with laughter, still betrayed her.

Song Chumo didn't speak, and the smile in his eyes was a little more.

He said that he would only eat one, but while eating, he ate all of Ning Jiao's bowl of handwriters who she had only eaten three.

After finishing the matter, looking at the little woman's shocked and indignant appearance, she wanted to scold but didn't dare, Song Chumo was in a good mood. He stretched out his hand towards Ning Jiao, his palm fell on her soft hair, and he gently rubbed it and said, "It's not good to eat spicy food in the morning, your stomach will be upset, so it's better to eat lighter." ”

As he spoke, he pushed his porridge over.

Ning Jiao clenched her fists, staring at Song Chumo's eyes that were about to erupt with fire, but in the end, she only obediently said "oh" and began to drink porridge.

Bland, tasteless, and unpalatable.

The disgust on her face couldn't be hidden, and when she took a bite and glanced at Song Chumo, the resentment in her eyes was about to overflow.

Song Chumo was amused by her expression, and the smile on the corner of his lips never stopped.

"Well, it's better to eat something light in the morning." He put it this way, "Your stomach can't stand it if you eat spicy." ”

Ning Jiao snorted lightly and didn't speak, continued to take a sip of porridge and looked at him again, and only replied after a long time: "I've eaten it for so many years, and it's not good." ”

Song Chumo: "......"

"Oh." He replied expressionlessly, "That's not going to work." ”

Ning Jiao: "......"

"Let's drink porridge obediently." Song Chumo said in a gentle voice, and then reached out and touched her head, "I'll go to the palace first, maybe I won't come back at noon, and when the dining room comes over, you can eat first, don't wait for me deliberately." ”

Ning Jiaoxin said: I didn't say that I would wait for you, I will wait for you if you think for yourself.

But after all, she only thought about it in her heart, and didn't really say it, she nodded obediently on the surface and said "Okay".

Then he watched Song Chumo go out, and immediately turned his head to Shui Ruo and said, "Hurry up, go to the dining room and ask someone to cook me a bowl of copying hands, it must be very spicy." ”

Shui Ruo stood still and didn't move: "Miss, the prince said that you won't be allowed to eat spicy food." ”

“！” Ning Jiao glared at her and asked suspiciously again, "Are you my maid?" ”

"yes." Shui Ruo smiled and said: "In the palace, the prince is the biggest, and what the prince says is an order, I dare not disobey it." ”

Ning Jiao: "......"

She snorted angrily at Shui Ruo, "Forget it, I'll go by myself." ”

However, Song Chumo seemed to know that she would go to the dining room.

As soon as Ning Jiao told the cook that she wanted to eat spicy copying hands, she heard the cook say, "I'm sorry Mrs. Ning, I'm afraid this won't work." ”