"Hey, that ...... you can't drink raw water," Zhao shouted.

Zhao Yin didn't care about any raw water at this time, he only knew that if he didn't drink water again, he might become the first prince in the history of Dayan to be choked to death by steamed buns.

finally went down, and Zhao Yin only felt a vicissitudes in his heart.

He's in such a situation!

Seeing Ah Zhao squatting down and preparing to start eating, Zhao Yin thought with some dissatisfaction, this woman really had no conscience, seeing that he was choked so uncomfortable that he was indifferent, he only cared about eating by himself.

But on the other side, he had already spoken: "You eat slowly." ”

Ah Zhao glanced at him, not quite understanding what he meant.

But she soon understood - this steamed bun is simply too hard.

There is no taste yet.

Thanks to this little blessing, Ah Zhao couldn't swallow it at all, and naturally he wouldn't be choked.

Zhao Yin looked coldly at her tearing small pieces little by little and stuffing them into her mouth like dying, she felt very funny in her heart, and the corners of her lips were uncontrollably hooked.

However, he quickly reacted and forcibly pressed down.

The routine of the words that came out was cold: "The princess followed me to this Anle Palace, and she couldn't even eat a normal meal, so why bother?" ”

A Zhaoxin said that you are willing to be me, if you are not the male protagonist, I will not bother to care about you.

She glanced at Zhao Yin lightly and did not speak.

Zhao Yin looked at her, and suddenly turned around and left without saying a word.

Ah Zhao glanced at his back inexplicably, and continued to fight with the steamed bun in his hand.

Half an hour later, Zhao Yin came over.

He also carried a kettle in his hand.

Ah Zhao was making a barely clean cloth at this moment, wringing water to wipe the dormitory—the place to sleep had to be cleaned.

Zhao Yin looked at the steamed buns that were almost unchanged on the plate, and frowned.

"Qin." He called her.

Ah Zhao came out with a rag, and Zhao Yin looked at her hands, white and raw, fingers like green onions, as if she was born to enjoy happiness in the splendid pile. But now, instead of an aromatized handkerchief, he was holding a dirty and smelly rag.

He found the scene glaring.

His brows furrowed subconsciously, and he said loudly: "Whatever you have in your hand, throw it away for me!" ”

Ah Zhao looked at him speechlessly, thinking that this prince had not yet come out of his past honorable life.

She thought about it and felt that the other party was quite pitiful, so she explained: "I have to tidy up the dormitory, otherwise I won't be able to sleep tonight." ”

"I said throw it away!" Zhao Yin shouted.

The sudden raised voice frightened Ah Zhao's hand, and the rag fell to the ground.

"Now, go wash your hands." Zhao Yin ordered.

Ah Zhao subconsciously walked to the well, and only when he walked to the side did he react, why should I listen to him?

She stopped dissatisfied, turned her head and was about to protest, when she saw Zhao Yin bending down and pouring something into a clean bowl with a kettle.

It was boiling water that was still steaming hot.

Sensing his gaze, Zhao Yin said impatiently: "What are you rubbing, hurry up and wash your hands and come over to eat!" ”

Ah Zhao's heart trembled, and he suddenly understood what Zhao Yin was doing when he went out.

He's boiling hot water.

She obediently washed up and walked to the broken corner of the stone table.

The two dry and hard steamed buns have been soaked in boiling water, and they are soft, and finally have a hint of food fragrance.