Qinghui: ......

Then Mu Feng saw Qinghui turn his head slightly and raise his eyes to look at him.

The eyes were quite decadent, and there was an aura that Lao Tzu didn't listen.

And just after looking at him, he instantly twisted his little head open.

The expression is faint, and he doesn't want to deal with you.

Qinghui: I can't hear you, what did you say?

Mu Feng: ???

It was the first time Mu Feng had seen someone like Qinghui, after all, no one dared to react like this in front of Quan Shi.

The corners of his lips involuntarily hooked slightly, and he watched Qinghui muttering in a low voice, destroying the corpse of the roast bird he made, and then carrying the barbecue he made and walking to the kitchen.

looks like he is going to complain.

Mu Feng: How on earth did this little stupid thing do it so reasonably??

The corners of his lips twitched, and he unconsciously stood up.

It took two more steps forward before he reacted, raised his hand, and touched the corner of his lips a little unnaturally.

I clearly felt the slightly raised curvature of the corners of my lips.

His body froze, his brows furrowed, and his red lips instantly tightened, removing the hint of laughter.

The original relaxed smile in his eyes disappeared.

He did seem to be careless......

Even if it feels like Qinghui is not someone sent by Ye Dehao, it won't be long now, and everything is possible.

Maybe it's just her special disguise, maybe not?

Thinking like this, the ease and comfort just now gradually disappeared, and he finally raised his feet quietly and followed Qinghui to the kitchen.

It doesn't matter what she wants to do, it's better to keep along.

The corners of his lips pursed slightly, thinking so in his heart.

Wait until you get to the kitchen door.

I saw that Qinghui had already run to the kitchen lady.

This cook is obviously quite familiar with Qinghui.

From the beginning of the reluctance to deal with vigilance, to now.

Seeing Qinghui hold the barbecue in his hand to her.

The white soft little face was slightly tense, and the bottom of his eyes inexplicably revealed a small expression of grievance.

But you can't make fun of the cook.

"Doesn't that look like it's roasted?"

The cook opened her mouth and glanced at the barbecue handed over by Qinghui.

Before, it was Qinghui who came to the kitchen to ask for materials, and he said seriously that he wanted to barbecue.

She had borrowed the seasoning before, as if she was going to roast the birds.

However, according to what she knows about this child in the past few days, the bird is estimated to be burnt, so she borrowed meat to roast again.

But now—

Qinghui looked at her, holding the barbecue, his eyes were sullen and unhappy, and there was a sense of complaint, "You taste it." ”

The cook didn't think much of it, raised her hand, wiped her wet fingertips twice on the towel next to her, and then twisted a piece of roast meat and put it in her mouth.

Then he frowned slightly, and just wanted to laugh at her for putting too much salt, when he heard Qinghui speak quite dissatisfied.

"Mu Feng baked it, it was unpalatable, and he himself said that he would bake it."

Cook: Ao, you didn't bake it, it was Mu Feng who baked it......

Cook:???

Cook: Wait! Who did you just say??!!

The cook choked suddenly, and the barbecue in her mouth instantly didn't know whether to swallow or spit it out, so her expression stayed in a rather embarrassed look.

Are you scary??? Let's not talk about how you let the prince give you a barbecue.