She looked at the porridge bowl in front of him, pretending to pity him, and sighed, "I really believe that you are an unfavored prince now." ”

Murong Li, who was about to rummage the minced meat to look for clues, heard this, shook his fingers, and turned his head to look at her.

Dare to love her, she always thought that he was selling miserable pretends, pitiful and sympathetic?

He's an unfavored prince in the first place, is there anything suspicious about that?

Meow Seventeen sighed, "Look at you, I just ate a bowl of porridge cooked with wild boar, and that expression is like my soul has been purified and I will be feathered and ascended to immortal in the next moment, and now I am reluctant to say it again because of cherishing and curiosity...... Tsk, isn't it just a bowl of ordinary wild boar, don't you royal family love to hunt, haven't you hunted a small wild boar in the hunting ground before? Alas, I have never seen a more uninformed and shabby prince than you. ”

Murong Li's eyebrows skipped twice.

She actually laughed at him for being uninformed, laughing at him for being shabby and down?

Who is the soil bun who grew up in a small place like Qingfeng Town and hasn't left Qingfeng Town for more than ten years!

But—

It was indeed the first time he had eaten the small wild boar porridge, and he had eaten wild boar before, but it had grown, a large pig of several hundred catties, and he had never eaten the porridge made of minced meat and medicinal herbs weighing dozens of catties.

Could it be that the strange aroma he just felt was really just because he tasted it for the first time, and not that there was something else in the porridge?

When Murong Li looked at the porridge bowl and thought silently, Meow Seventeen had already finished sighing, stood up and prepared to walk outside the tent, "For your pitiful sake, I'll go and ask them not to eat too fast, give you a little leftover, and wait until you finish eating this bowl to have another bowl——"

She lifted the tent cloth with her paws, and the gap was just enough for Murong Li to see from the tent that his guards were snoring and drinking porridge with bowls, and they all drank like a game without raising their heads.

Murong Li's eyes flashed slightly.

Everyone eats the same porridge, and everyone eats as well as him, so it can be seen that his porridge bowl has not been added by the kitten to anything strange......

Well, it's him who gets suspicious.

His eyes became very soft, and he called Meow Seventeen softly, "Don't go out of your way to let them keep it for me, didn't your tiger come back from hunting a whole little suckling pig, there is no porridge left tonight, and I will boil a few pots again tomorrow morning." ”

Meow Seventeen, who had his back to him, puffed out his hairy face and breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally flickered over.

She put down the tent cloth that she had deliberately lifted, turned around and looked at him hesitantly, "Do you really want me to help you?" I think you like it a lot. ”

He shook his head, scooped a spoonful of porridge and fed it to his mouth, and said softly, "I really don't need to, it's not early now, drinking a bowl of porridge is enough, drinking too much at night will affect sleep." ”

Bringing in the picture of him drinking the porridge in the spoon without blinking, the corners of her mouth quickly crossed a wicked smile, "That's okay, listen to you, I'm not going." ”

Murong Li was unconscious, and showed an extremely soft smile to her.

She laughed so much that she felt a little guilty.

Because he had already questioned two or three times, Murong Li then completely dispelled all his doubts, and quietly and elegantly drank a bowl of porridge to the point where there was nothing left.

After drinking, when he put down the spoon, he was still a little unsatisfied.

While wiping his mouth with a white handkerchief, he looked down at the empty porridge bowl, and he thought to himself, this porridge is so delicious, how can it be enough to drink it once?

Later, I will go and tell the guards to continue cooking this porridge tomorrow morning.

He wanted three more bowls to drink.