Dr. Li didn't know what the 'stomach' was.

Murong Xing pouted and looked at them with strange eyes, hey, this is the generation gap!

"The stomach is what we eat from the mouth, and then into the stomach, which is what you often call the stomach!"

Is there such a big gap between ancient and modern times? The stomach doesn't know what it is, hey!.

More people is strength, more people is speed.

After a while, Xiao Liuzi came to report that the imperial meal was ready, and he invited the emperor to come over for dinner.

Of course, Murong Xing was also invited.

Looking at so many delicious foods on the table, Murong Xing sighed with admiration, but when she thought of her days in the cold palace, she felt that it was really too much.

"That's an exaggeration, isn't it? Just the two of us make so many dishes, the emperor, it is really luxurious. ”

No wonder so many people like the throne, and even eating is better than anyone else, let alone others.

Ay! What envy and jealousy!

She pouted and thought: I'm here to eat delicious food, what about Eniang?

Thinking of Eniang, she glanced at the emperor opposite with resentment......

Murong Chong looked at the little girl who was still full of appetite just now, and suddenly quieted down again, and he asked puzzledly, "What's wrong?" I don't like it, so I asked people to take it down and redo it. ”

Saying that, Murong Chong was ready to let the little six sons who were standing on the side do it again: "Little six sons arranged." "The Imperial Dining Room re-does.

It's really speechless, there are so many people who don't like it, so what do you want to eat, dragon meat? Really.

Murong Xing interrupted him with words, shook his head at him, and picked up the chopsticks on the side: "I like to eat very much, I don't need to redo it, it's just."

Originally, if you got something, you could give it to Eniang to eat, but now she can't move anything.

"But what?" Murong Chong was very puzzled by the little girl's thoughts, how could she be like this and like that.

"It's nothing, I'll start chatting first!" She regained her previous liveliness and cuteness, picked up the chopsticks and tasted it happily.

When she has the opportunity, she must make the best and most delicious food for her mother, she must be.

Murong Chong asked casually, "Little girl, what's your name?" ”

Murong Xing was eating a dish, and when he heard him ask, he looked up at him and didn't answer for a while.

She knew that in the next few days, she would often meet the emperor, but she didn't want to tell him her real name, thinking of her name, thinking of Eniang, her voice was like cold winter ice and snow, and her face was very ugly.

"I don't have a name, Your Majesty, you can give me one!"

Murong Chong couldn't be white, how could the little girl who was fine just now become so cold all of a sudden.

"Huh? You asked me to give you a name? "It stands to reason that she must have a name, but why did he choose a name for her?

"Your Majesty, you can call it whatever you like!" She lowered her head casually and said lightly while eating.

Murong Chong thought of seeing her eyes up close for the first time, and said casually: "I'll call you Xing'er in the future!" ”

"Ahem...... Ahem, ahem. When he was eating well, he was shocked by his words and choked.

Murong Chong stood up straight, picked up the soup on the side and handed it to her, and whispered a reproach: "How can you eat and still be choked, and no one will rob you, come, drink the soup." ”

Seeing the emperor get up, the little sixth son on the side hurriedly walked over: "Your Majesty, let the servants come!" "How can you let the emperor personally serve others.