Who knows, the man vetoed.

"It's not a takeaway." The long and curly eyelashes of the palace night banquet left a graceful curved faint shadow on the bridge of the tall nose, and the magnificent lip flap like a petal, gently spitting out the words, which made people frightened: "I invited the cook who made Yufuzhai breakfast." ”

Ming Song: "......"

Big guy, you're really a trench.

Poverty limits our imagination.

Mingge asked, "It should be difficult to invite a chef from Yufuzhai, right?" ”

"Okay."

Although Yufuzhai is under the sign of the imperial kitchen of the former Qing court, there are many rules, but the back kitchen performs its own duties, making breakfast, making dinner, making dinner, and making soup......

There is more than one cook.

As long as you pay a sufficient price, nothing will fail.

Last time, when she was at the Gong family, she said that she liked the crab roe soup dumplings of Yufukusai, and he wrote it down.

The left and right are just a word of instruction, and they have Zuo An to do it.

But, Bo smiled.

The voice of the palace night banquet was soft, and there was no shock at all, as if what he had just said was a normal thing, and said lightly: "In the future, this chef who makes breakfast will always be in the night palace." ”

These words seem to mean something, as if they are faintly reminding and deliberately focusing on something.

Mingge's focus is more picturesque.

“…… Isn't it true that many people can't eat the crab roe buns made by this master? ”

Mingge's chest hurts.

This chef's crab roe soup dumplings and crab roe xiao long bao are simply excellent!

Capitalism of all evils!

“…… Well. "It seems so.

However, if other people can eat or not, what does he care about?

Gong Yeyan glanced at the girl with a bright face in the morning light, her eyes sparkled, and said, "Don't worry about others, you can eat at any time if you want." ”

Ming Song: "......"

Is this hinting at her something?

This question lingered in Mingge's heart until the end of breakfast time, and she followed the man out of the beautiful and exquisite palace-like house.

She accidentally fell asleep last night and was brought in by the palace night banquet, so it was the first time she saw the environmental picture outside the night palace.

The classical and graceful palace is surrounded by verdant French plane trees, and the faint brilliance of bright flowing gold is sprinkled, giving a large field of fiery red tulips in front of the palace a beautiful glow.

The palace, the sea of flowers, and the blue sky are like being in a fairy tale world, dazzlingly beautiful and picturesque.

"Wow, tulips!" Ming Ge broke free of the man's hand holding his wrist slightly, and the rose pink skirt was embellished with gorgeous light.

Tulips are Ming Ge's favorite flowers, and there is no one.

She once gave her favorite flowers to the palace night banquet.

At that time, I never imagined that I would one day receive such a gift.

"Like?" Standing not far away in the white shirt and black pants of the palace night banquet, seeing the girl's face showing excitement, her pale lips couldn't help but bend slightly, and asked softly.

"Of course!" Can't like it anymore.

Gong Yeyan lowered his long eyelashes slightly, and his eyes flashed a faint dark color, like a hunter who was hidden deeply, until this moment finally showed a sharp clue and asked, "What do you think of here?" ”

Night Palace.

There is no one of the best luxury villa properties in the imperial capital area.

Certainly excellent.

Ming Ge carelessly stroked a fiery red tulip in his hand, narrowed his eyes and smiled: "A mansion worth hundreds of millions of dollars, of course it's very good." ”

The man's voice was smooth, even containing a bit of clarity, but it was extremely slow, and he said step by step: "Then how about moving here?" ”