When Feng Limo came over with the cheese cake, he happened to see Jiang Tingting sitting at the table with a face, staring at the bowl in front of him with great resentment.

The young man stepped forward lightly and stuffed a small piece of cheese cake into Jiang Tingting's mouth.

Jiang felt sweet and soft when he heard it, and subconsciously opened his mouth to swallow it, and the pastry was silky and soft in the mouth, with a very sandy and glutinous taste.

"Is it delicious?" Feng Limo showed a mouthful of big white teeth and looked at the woman with a smile.

Delicious but not as good as chicken thighs.

Jiang Tingting pursed his mouth, did not speak, and continued to complain.

Feng Limo had never seen her sulking and aggrieved expression, and he felt strange for a while, cute and cute.

"This is who messed with my little princess."

The boy placed the few remaining cheese cakes on the table, and these words were also said directly, without going through his brain, and only after realizing what he was talking about, he had recognized her as his own.

Jiang listened to the squirming of his lips, and just wanted to say it, Ruomian came in, and after saluting, he saw that his princess had not eaten yet, his brows wrinkled slightly, and then he sighed helplessly.

"Princess, why haven't you eaten yet?"

Ruomian stepped forward and touched the medicinal porridge, but it was already cold.

"Princess, the slave will go to the kitchen and warm it up for you."

"I don't want to eat this." Jiang Tingting was very aggrieved.

Ruomian held the bowl and spoke bitterly.

"Princess, you are not in good health, you have to ......"

Ruomian didn't say anything, and Feng Limo interrupted with a frown.

"Didn't you understand the words, she didn't want to eat it, so hurry up and take it down."

The young man's eyebrows have some fierceness, Ruomian is more afraid of the wind and leaving the desert, the little prince of the grassland looks quite savage, as if he is about to beat someone if he says a few words.

Ruomian was holding the medicinal porridge, and under Feng Limo's sharp gaze, he had to evacuate first.

Feng Limo looked at Jiang Ting, his expression became faster than turning a book, soft and not, he reached out and pulled Jiang Tingting, as if he was not close enough, picked her up and let her sit on his lap, and smiled.

"Sick seedling, what's the matter? I've never seen you so wronged, if you don't want to eat porridge, what do you want to eat, Uncle Ben will get it for you. ”

Jiang Tingting raised her hand to hug Feng Limo's neck, this was really the first time she had taken the initiative so much, and the rippling peach blossom eyes seemed to have the light of a star shattered in her eyes, which was very eye-catching.

Feng Limo's Adam's apple moved slightly, and his big hand was placed on Jiang Tingting's waist.

"Huh?"

Jiang listened and looked at him blankly, completely unaware that this was a murderous act with a presence.

"I want to eat chicken thighs."

The voice is soft and soft, like crying.

Feng Limo's heartbeat seemed to miss a beat, the tips of his ears were slightly red, and he felt that he was holding a rose that belonged only to him, and a flower that converged all the thorns showed him a soft side.

"Chicken legs." Jiang listened and said, her expression was really unbearable.

Feng Limo's face was slightly red, and he looked away and pretended to cough.

"Isn't it just a chicken leg, okay?"

Jiang heard the words, and in the invisible vision of the wind and desert, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, with a sense of success.

It's not easy.

Is she wronged, is she crying, she pretending.

……

Feng Limo took Jiang Tingting and left the royal court, went to the market, and found a restaurant.

Looking at Jiang Tingting, he bent his eyes, killed the two chicken legs in one fell swoop, and stretched out his hand in vain to put the millet porridge next to him.

"Okay, can't eat it, eat this."

Jiang listened and blinked his eyes as he looked at the wind and desert.

“… It's useless to sell cuteness. ”