Chapter 11: You've Got a Lot of Food

Wisely decided to please him according to his preferences first, "I will eat whatever the prince eats." ”

The man's hand touching her long hair paused, and lowered his tone meaninglessly, "This king told you to choose." ”

Mamma Mia, Sheng Han's sleeves trembled slightly, the big guy seemed to be angry, no matter how polite she was, she would definitely not be pleased.

So she searched her stomach and barely said a few dishes, after all, there is no modern one, and if she says it all according to the memory of the original owner, her identity will be exposed.

Thanks to the fact that the author of the novel I chased before crossing for the first time was a foodie, I couldn't help but salivate when I looked at her novel, and by the way, I remembered some dish names.

Pei Lingqi lowered his head and kissed her eyebrows, "Someone will send it in a while." His gaze swept over the slight redness and swelling on the side.

Sheng Hansleeve looked confused, and reacted after a few seconds, it is estimated that the big man's subordinates are outside, and his subordinates have good hearing.

Good hearing...... She couldn't help but think of it......

Pei Lingqi didn't know what was in the girl's head, and her rough thumb gently rubbed the wound on her forehead, "Did you smear the medicine?" ”

Sheng Han's sleeves came back to his senses in minutes, "Wipe." She tried her best to pretend to be well-behaved and flattering, "It didn't hurt much for a long time, but the prince was too hard, so it hurt a little bit." ”

She didn't realize how much she was saying a word that was so evocative.

Pei Lingqi's dark eyes were covered with an obscure dark color, this girl was hooking him? is obviously full of innocence and innocence.

The man didn't make a sound, Sheng Han's sleeves didn't have a bottom in his heart, and he had the courage to raise his head to find his sight, and saw that his eyes were staring at him without blinking, and his legs were inexplicably weak.

Mom, what kind of eyes are these?

Sheng Hansleeve swallowed his saliva, his brain turned quickly, and finally his heart was horizontal, and he stepped forward as if he were dead, and kissed the corner of his mouth timidly.

The original owner is a great beauty! A beautiful woman's kiss can smooth the hair, right?!

She waited for the man's reaction, so nervous that her little heart was pounding.

But I heard him ask in a calm tone: "Where is the medicine?" How many times a day? ”

"In the box on the dresser, wipe it once in the morning and once in the evening." Although Sheng Hansleeve didn't know why, he still answered truthfully and obediently.

"Hmm." Flat without ups and downs in a word.

She blinked, "Huh"? What does it mean?

But the big guy was silent again, Sheng Hansleeve thought lightly, probably because silence is golden.

Zhan Wangye's subordinates are not vegetarians, so they quickly returned to the palace to let the cook cook the food after getting the name of the dish, and then quickly sent it to Yuloufang, which was full of three food boxes.

Sheng Han was stunned, did she order so many dishes?

Pei Lingqi was slightly happy, took her hand and whispered, "I can't see that you have a lot of food." ”

At the end, he added, "Well, it's a blessing to be able to eat." ”

Sheng Hansleeve: "......" Does he praise her or hurt her?

Honestly sit down next to the big guy, and when the big guy lifts the chopsticks, she will reach out again, well, it's very good, it can't be better behaved!

Pei Lingqi likes to be quiet on weekdays, first of all, she doesn't talk much, but she wants to listen to her for no reason.

The little girl did not dare to speak timidly, as if she was afraid of saying the wrong thing, and now she was bored with food, which made him irritable.

……

"What? The prince of war and that little slut dine together? "It's clearly a beautiful look, and her expression is extremely distorted when she speaks.

"Yes, the prince specially asked his subordinates to bring food from the palace...... "The little maid was shocked when she spoke, for fear that she would become the object of her anger.