When Miss An came out, Ye Ziqi and Feng Jiuchuan, father and son, sat alone at a table, and Mo Yan and the others sat at the next table. She glanced around the two tables and naturally looked at the vacant seats beside Feng Jiuchuan.

Mama Wang said loudly: "Miss An, come and sit." ”

She pointed to the empty seat at her side and beckoned with a smile.

Miss An stumbled, looking at Ye Ziqi with beautiful eyes as bright as water, begging him to speak. However, as if he didn't see her, Ye Gongzi chatted happily with the little prince, and the emperor on the side looked at the two quietly, not caring about her appearance at all.

There was a little fire in her heart, and there was anger in her eyes when she looked at Ye Ziqi.

This person really has no eyesight, and he really her off.

She couldn't do it uninvited, and if she did, she would definitely dislike the emperor.

Miss An had no choice but to walk towards Mama Wang, bowed slightly to the rest of the people at the same table, sat down reservedly, and frowned slightly when she saw that she was eating a bowl of noodles in front of her.

Eating noodles or something, I hate it the most, because eating noodles can't maintain a dignified demeanor.

Miss An looked at the face in front of her and did not move for a long time.

Mama Wang couldn't help asking, "Miss An, but you don't like to eat pasta?" ”

Miss Ann nodded.

"That's good. There's not much to eat in this place, just this little bit of hot food. Mama Wang looked worried.

Miss An said understandingly: "It's okay, it's okay to eat once or twice once in a while." ”

She picked up the bowl and ate it in small bites, but the noodles in the bowl couldn't wait for her speed, and began to swell, eating more and more.

After a few bites, Miss An put the bowl down and was about to speak when a voice came from behind her.

"Seeing these foods reminds me of the wheat fields I see during the day." Ye Ziqi opened his mouth slowly, "I thought of a poem." On the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil. Who knows that Chinese food is hard work. ”

"Good poetry." Feng Jiuchuan said.

When Miss An heard this, she was about to say what she was about to say, but she was swallowed back.

"Miss An, what do you think of this poem?" Ye Ziqi looked at her with a smile.

Miss An said softly, "Very good." ”

Ye Ziqi seemed to have just noticed the swollen noodles in her bowl, "Miss An, can't you eat it?" ”

Miss An noticed Feng Jiuchuan's gaze and immediately said, "No." This noodle tastes great, but I eat it slower than others. ”

"Oh, I see." Ye Ziqi showed a sudden look, "Miss Na An is eating slowly." I originally planned to go out with Miss An to eat and eat, but now it seems that I can only go with Feng Gongzi and the others. ”

When Miss An heard this, her heart was half dead.

Damn, I knew I would have eaten faster.

It's a pity that now that I've just finished talking about eating slowly, how can I be embarrassed to say the words that make them wait for me, it will seem that I am too uninteresting.

As an empathetic, gentle and virtuous woman, she naturally can't do such things.

Miss An could only watch Ye Ziqi and Feng Jiuchuan leave side by side with hatred.

Seeing that she had been staring at the door, Mama Wang reminded, "Miss An, hurry up and eat." When the noodles swell, they don't taste good. ”

Miss An retracted her gaze, and the speed of eating was obviously much faster than before.

She had to hurry up and solve this bowl of noodles, rush over early, and cultivate a relationship with the emperor.