Feng Yu stretched his eyebrows slightly.

Seeing this, the chef secretly breathed a sigh of relief and praised his wit.

"With your back to the bookshelf...... Admire the drawings of angels ......"

Several of the other cooks, somehow, also snorted after him.

Soon, the kitchen with a high temperature of forty degrees turned into a choir.

Lian Zhenzhen looked at them with a confused expression, and twitched the corner of his mouth, "It is worthy of a stylish chef." ”

Feng Yu heard this, curled his lips and smiled, and his eyes fell on her face gently.

But she stared intently at the Coke chicken wings and swallowed hard.

"Are the wings cooked?"

"It's cooked." The chef replied without thinking.

Lian Zhenzhen nodded, and continued to look at the crispy chicken wings in the distance, his eyes irritated by the yellow and shiny chicken skin.

After swallowing his saliva for the Nth time, Lian Zhen sincerely pleaded, "Is there anything you need my help with?" ”

When the cooks heard this, they all looked at Feng Yu.

Feng Yu helped the mask and didn't say a word.

The chefs shook their heads very knowingly, "No need, you can take Miss Lian with you." ”

"Oh......" Lian Zhenzhen was a little disappointed, and when he saw that the chef was about to sprinkle cumin, he hurriedly said excitedly, "Sprinkle more, yes, yes...... Sprinkle a little more......"

The chef was very confused, but he was still very obedient and sprinkled cumin, until the chicken wings were covered with cumin.

Feng Yu glanced at the cumin chicken wings, and then looked at Lian Zhenzhen, his eyes were complicated.

What kind of enmity does she have with cumin?

After walking out of the kitchen, Lian Zhenzhen didn't dare to look back, for fear that as soon as he turned around, he would pounce like a hungry wolf.

Soon, the chefs prepared a chicken wing feast.

All kinds of chicken wings, lying on delicate plates, are arranged clearly.

She held the chopsticks, grinned, reserved for a few seconds, and soon ate it with pleasure.

On the other side, Feng Yuzheng was eating steak elegantly, looking at Lian Zhenzhen through the partition wall, and couldn't help but smile when he saw her satisfied look.

He lowered his knife and fork, folded his hands in his chin, and stared at her.

After being silent for a while, Feng Yu asked Gu Ci on the side, "Is the food wonderful?" ”

Gu Ci knew that Feng Yu's world was different from the world of normal people, so he was not surprised, bowed down, and said respectfully, "For most people, food is wonderful. ”

Especially for foodies like Lian Zhenzhen, the food is especially wonderful.

Gu Ci did not say the latter sentence.

Feng Yu saw Lian Zhenzhen wipe the corners of her mouth, thinking that she had finished eating, but then saw her continue to pick up the chicken wings, cumin in her left hand and crispy skin in her right hand, eating one bite at a time.

The bodyguard standing on the side was dumbfounded, looking at her with a different expression.

Feng Yu was helpless and muttered to himself, "How wonderful is it?" ”

Why did he find it boring?

Eating every day has become a must-have homework.

After Lian Zhenzhen finished dinner, his stomach was bulging, and he touched his stomach, which gave him a sense of accomplishment.

Chicken killer, not for nothing.

After she left the table, Feng Yu walked over, looked at the scraps on the table, and was silent.

I remember her smiling face when she ate the chicken wings, and I was full of happiness.

He had never felt anything like this.

He stretched out his hand, lightly touched the soup with his fingertips, and put it on the tip of his tongue to taste it.

Gu Ci was speechless when he saw this action.

His Royal Highness the Prince actually ate leftovers that even Zhenzhen had eaten?

You must know that His Royal Highness the Prince is a very difficult person to serve, even if he has obsessive-compulsive disorder, he also has cleanliness disorder, and he never ate dishes that the queen has encountered when he dined with the queen in the past.