Ripple looked at Wei Zhishang at the next table with a sad heart, a young man of about fifteen or sixteen years old, his body was strong and sturdy with a black suit, and he looked heroic.

Such a good talent, why do you want to take refuge in Shenjing Bing, the fifth prince Yu Wenhao, find out?

"Flowey has taken a fancy to him?" The Prime Minister saw that the little chef had been staring at Wei Zhishang, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was slightly cold.

Lianxi looked away, lowered his head and said shyly: "How come, the slave only has Brother Erniu in her heart!" ”

At this moment, the Prime Minister's smile became even colder, so all the ministers who came to him to toast and climb were all about to cry.

When the wine passed the third round, Zeng Guogong proposed: "Your Majesty, Weichen's youngest daughter is not talented, and I wish to dance to cheer everyone up." ”

"Yes." Emperor Da Min nodded.

The sound of silk and bamboo, the woman danced, and her bewitching figure was beautiful in the firelight.

Ripple watched with relish, and from time to time he said a few words to someone.

"My lord, this young lady dances so well, that waist looks very soft, why don't you move your noble hand?"

The soft flesh on his waist was pinched violently, and a gentle voice sounded in his ears, "I feel that Huahua's is softer." ”

"My lord, how do you know if you don't try?"

This time, the soft flesh on his waist was pinched tightly, and his faint words were firm, "I don't like to try, I just like to hold on to one." ”

"Sss Ripples broke his hand in pain, his heart beat violently, and his eyelids beat violently.

Black Mist, is this going to fight her to the end?

Moda! Come on, hurt each other!

After Zeng Guogong took the lead, next, the daughters of each family used their best talents and began to compete for beauty.

But these had nothing to do with her little maidservant, and her pheasant was finally roasted and served.

The fresh fragrance rushed into his nose, and the roast chicken was golden in color, cut into pieces, and served on two plates, and Ripple immediately served one of the plates to his side.

The Prime Minister, who had empty chopsticks, glanced at the little cook, and then dropped the chopsticks on another plate, but they were empty again.

"Flowers." He looked at the little chef who occupied two plates of roast chicken, squinting slightly.

Lianxi was eating happily, he didn't let her open a small stove, and she didn't let him eat.

"Others will think that Benxiang has abused you on weekdays." The Prime Minister put down his chopsticks and sighed lightly.

The little chef's cheeks were bulging, and although her bewitching little face looked a little cute, it looked like she hadn't eaten for a few days and nights.

Ripple swallowed a bite of crispy roast meat and continued to bury her head, pretending not to hear him.

When the prime minister saw that the little cook was only concerned about eating, he ignored him and pinched her cheek.

Qingrun's voice slowly came out, "Huahua is like this, which will make the original appearance think that the original appearance is not as good as a plate of roast chicken in your eyes." ”

"How is that possible!" Ripple raised her head, her cheeks bulging, and blurted out.

What is black mist, how can it be compared to barbecue.

However, the Prime Minister misunderstood.

The corners of his mouth were warmly hooked, and he looked at the little chef so excited and surprised, thinking that he was still very important in her heart.

I don't know what to think about, he subconsciously asked: "What if it's two plates of roast chicken?" ”

"That's even more unlikely!" Ripple replied to him without thinking.

Hearing this, the prime minister slowly tasted it.

His face was dark and gloomy, his voice was even lower, and the words spit out from his thin lips seemed to be murderous, "More?" ”

Ripples froze.

She forgot that this deep well ice likes to listen to hypocritical lies!