said: "Didn't you say that using this trick to get close to Mo Yan doesn't work anymore?" ”

Chu Wuxu hooked his lips and said, "It's just that the pastries are useless, I didn't say that the dishes are useless." Bengong pondered, maybe he was tired of eating pastries, and I, as a mother, naturally had to think of a little more tricks to comfort my good son. ”

The muscles on his face twitched.

I can't say how it feels.

Watching this woman act, it's strange to be disgusted.

What is "being a mother", what is "comforting my good son", if you are really so affectionate between mother and son, why did you have to make so much effort back then, and you insisted on putting the five-year-old "good son" to death.

It's one thing to despise in your heart, but you still have to do superficial work.

On the face, you have to flatter and wait.

"You don't need to taste it to know, Your Royal Highness the eldest princess, your craftsmanship must not be wrong." With a smile, he sat down at the table, picked up his chopsticks, took two bites, put them in his mouth and tasted them.

To be honest, he is in a very bad mood now, and he was so angry with Zi Qianmo that he vomited blood, not to mention the four dishes and one soup made by Chu Wuxu, which is the delicacies of the mountains and seas made by the top imperial chef, and when he eats it, it is estimated that it tastes like chewing wax.

Symbolically, taking a bite of each dish, Taihong is a little unable to swallow.

But I still swallowed it forcibly, and I had to pretend to be very delicious and enjoy it on my face: "Okay! Good! Good! Very good! ”

Chu Wuxu's heart suddenly burst into flames: "That's great, this palace will go and send one to Mo Yan." ”

She made two identical portions and packed two lunch boxes.

If you give it to Taihong who has tasted it, you must not take it to Mo Yan to eat again.

"The vice president will use the leftover dishes for lunch." With that, he turned and left.

When Chu Wuxu went out with his front foot, he poured all the dishes into the trash can with his back foot, without nostalgia at all.

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Chu Wuxu took the delicate food box and went to the Rilun Pavilion in person.

Before going out, she was carefully dressed.

With a white light veil, most of the face was covered, and only a pair of eyes were exposed.

Fortunately, there are no fire sores around the eyes.

Otherwise, you won't really be able to see people.

Her clothes have been the same for decades, still white, ice shoes, and white. I didn't know, I thought I was here to mourn.

There are few people in the Nichiwakaku.

When I went up the mountain, I didn't even have a disciple to guard the mountain gate, let alone report anything.

Therefore, Chu Wuxu came in with a swagger.

She walked for about twenty minutes, and finally, at the bottom of the administrative building of the Rilun Pavilion, she stopped.

Tilt your head up and look at a window on the upper floor.

Behind the window, there was Mo Yan's office, she knew.

"Yo, why are you here again?" Lao Chen saw Chu Wuxu and the food box she was carrying on her arm, and suddenly one head and two big, "Our pavilion master has already explained, I don't want the food you sent, you can go back quickly." If it is discovered by the cabinet master, I am afraid that the consequences will be unimaginable. ”

"Naturally, this palace came to see my son." Chu Wuxu was very reasonable.

Lao Chen was stunned: "What? What the...... Son? ”

He originally thought that he was an admirer.

The eldest princess Chu Wuxu, the name of the silver chaos, has long spread throughout the entire imperial capital. Not to mention that there are a bunch of male pets in the house, and he also has an affair with Prince Ren and many ministers in the court.

Therefore, when Chu Wuxu came to find the Lord of the Ink Pavilion before, Lao Chen thought that the eldest princess wanted the old cow to gnaw on the tender grass again.