Sheng Hancheng nodded, and went to wash, and when he came out, there were several hot buns on the table.

"It's so fragrant, you get up early in the morning to make steamed buns?" Sheng Hancheng looked surprised.

"No, this is a quick steamed bun, you can eat it when you steam it in a pot, you can taste it quickly, is it better than eating it in the barracks?"

"It's better than the food in the barracks, it's even better than the kitchen cooking." Sheng Hancheng praised as he picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, chewed and swallowed it.

"It's delicious!" Sheng Hancheng praised.

Sheng Zhiyao showed a satisfied expression when she heard this: "Then eat more."

The two siblings were eating and chatting, and everyone got up one after another.

Feng Yuanchen and Sheng Hangu went downstairs together, and when they saw Sheng Zhiyao busy in the kitchen, they couldn't help asking, "Zhiyao, what are you doing so early today?"

"So many people always have to eat breakfast!"

"Let them do it themselves." Feng Yuanchen glanced at several other people.

Mei'er Zhu'er and Bu Xing quickly lowered their heads, not daring to squeak.

Feng Yuanchen glanced at everyone and continued to say coldly, "What? Sleep until three o'clock in the morning, and wait for the princess to make you breakfast? I think you've had too many good days."

"Lord, we ......."

Bu Xing wanted to defend himself, but was stopped by Sheng Zhiyao.

"Well, they don't use these things in the kitchen at all, what do you tell them to do?"

"You can't learn!"

Feng Yuanchen's tone was very resolute, and Sheng Zhiyao knew that he was standing up for himself.

Her heart was warm, she looked up at Feng Yuanchen, and said softly, "Okay, it's none of their business, I just slept well, and I woke up early and made breakfast by the way."

After saying that, she turned to the crowd and said, "Alright, alright, sit down and eat."

After listening to Sheng Zhiyao's words, everyone immediately sat down to eat, and no one said much.

At the dinner table, Sheng Hancheng looked at the sumptuous breakfast on the table and couldn't help but say, "Zhiyao, what is this instant bun?"

"It's a frozen bun, every time you want to eat it, you just need to take it out and heat it up, it's fast and convenient, if you make it fresh, I guess you won't be able to eat it now."

"Then it's really convenient, and the barracks can also use it."

"Yes, you can use it, but the conditions in the barracks are already very poor, and you still need to use ice cubes, which seems a little impractical."

"That's true, but this kind of thing can't be eaten every day in the barracks."

Feng Yuanchen snorted coldly: "What if you can't afford to eat? If you want to eat, you have to make it yourself!"

Everyone was silent and didn't dare to say more.

Seeing this, Sheng Zhiyao hurriedly came out of the round: "Actually, you can also ask Hongxue to send it to you."

"That's too much trouble." Sheng Hancheng said.

"And me."

"You?" Feng Yuanchen frowned and looked at Sheng Zhiyao, "You can't do it!"

"Why not?" Sheng Zhiyao smiled and said, "Hongxue sent me there, and I can leave right away, isn't it?"

Feng Yuanchen pondered for a moment and then said, "Let's talk about it."

With that, he stood up and walked straight to the door.

Seeing this, Bu Xing immediately followed.

When Feng Yuanchen walked away, Sheng Hancheng said suspiciously, "Zhiyao, what's wrong with him?"

Sheng Zhiyao shook his head: "I don't know."

After breakfast, Feng Yuanchen returned to the study, and Bu Xing followed in.

"Lord Wang."

"Say."

"Hongxue has spoken, everything is normal at the moment."

"Okay, then you can change guards with Shiwu later."

"Yes." Bu Xing was ordered to withdraw.

After Bu Xing left, Feng Yuanchen took a book from the bookshelf and flipped through it.

After a while, a sound of footsteps sounded, and then a pink shadow walked in from outside the door, it was Sheng Zhiyao.

When I entered the house, I saw the man sitting in front of the bookcase, and I couldn't help but be stunned for a moment: "Why are you here?"

Feng Yuanchen raised his head when he heard this: "I'm reading."

Sheng Zhiyao looked surprised: "What kind of book are you reading?"

Feng Yuanchen casually threw the book in his hand aside: "Feel free to take a look."

Sheng Zhiyao approached, picked up the book and flipped a few pages: "This is a fairy tale book, my grandfather always read it to me when I was a child."

Feng Yuanchen looked at the fairy tale book in Sheng Zhiyao's hand, and only felt a vulgar aura coming to his nose.

"Don't look at this kind of thing, what the hell are you talking about."

"Yes, this kind of book is only read by kindergarten children, and at my age, I don't read it for a long time." Sheng Zhiyao sighed.

Feng Yuanchen looked at her serious expression and couldn't help but reach out and poke her forehead.

"I said, 'What age are you?'

Sheng Zhiyao was stunned for a moment, then smiled perfunctorily again: "It's my age! I'm married, so there's no need to see this!"

"Do you know you're married?" Feng Yuanchen's voice was a little yin and yang.

"yes, yes."

"Shouldn't you listen to me?"

Sheng Zhiyao blinked his eyes: "What are you listening to? Didn't we say yes? I will listen to all your words."

"Then do you know when you will be able to do it?" Feng Yuanchen asked again.

"Isn't there still ten years! Why did you suddenly ask about this?" Sheng Zhiyao looked dazed.

Feng Yuanchen looked at her innocent appearance, and a nameless fire surged in his heart.

This dead girl, still pretending to be innocent?

He snorted coldly, "See for yourself, what did you say today?"

"What did I say? I don't think I said anything strange!" Sheng Zhiyao glanced at Feng Yuanchen.

Seeing his angry face, and remembering what he said at breakfast, she couldn't help but laugh: "Are you afraid that I will go to the barracks?"

Feng Yuanchen was silent.

"Oh, isn't it just a military camp, with you, where is there any danger?" Sheng Zhiyao glanced at him.

"Zhiyao, I don't want to see you get hurt, even if it's just to do a job of serving tea and water! Besides, someone else will do all this."

"What kind of job is serving tea and water?" Sheng Zhiyao looked surprised, "I'm just going to serve a dish!"

"Serving food? What do you serve? Serve the plates?" Feng Yuanchen sneered.

Sheng Zhiyao looked at him and couldn't help laughing, "Then you mean to let me serve a bowl of porridge?"

"You serve porridge? Serve a bowl of porridge?" Feng Yuanchen's voice rose a few points.

"yes, or you want me to serve the dishes?" Sheng Zhiyao asked rhetorically.

Feng Yuanchen paused and said, "Okay, don't talk too far."

"Oh." Sheng Zhiyao replied obediently.

"Also, you're not allowed to go to the barracks." Feng Yuanchen said.

Sheng Zhiyao pouted: "Why?"

"You're my man, I don't want you to come into contact with other men, you know?"

"It's so domineering, our family is all men except for me and my mother."

When Feng Yuanchen heard this, his brows furrowed, and his displeasure was displayed on his handsome face: "That's different."

"How is it different? Are you trying to say that my brother and grandfather are not men?"