Chapter Seventy-Three: Shared Tribulation (6)
Feng Yan raised his eyes, and his tone was a little cold, "Hungry?" ”
Changge Yue glanced at him and said nothing.
As soon as she woke up, she was almost strangled to death by this thing, and then she showed her a face again, who he thought he was!
Feng Yan snorted, his face was slightly unnatural, so he stood up with his big hand for a while, "Come on, pass the meal." ”
Changgeyue raised her eyebrows, this is about the same!
The food was passed directly into Feng Yan's bedroom.
The uniformly colored guards walked in with celadon plates of the same color, and Chang Geyue craned her neck to look at it again.
It was as if the lid was on the plate, and she couldn't see what was inside.
But it didn't affect her good appetite, and she hurried over and sat down in her chair.
And the corners of Feng Yan's mouth showed a smile that even he didn't notice.
Although Chang Geyue was extremely hungry, she was a woman from a high gate in her previous life and present life, so she waited patiently until all the dishes were served before she couldn't wait to start eating.
Feng Yan raised her eyebrows and did not sit in the seat opposite her, but asked someone to add a chair next to Chang Geyue.
Changgeyue is really hungry, ninety-nine eighty-one dishes, it's really extravagant!
She opened the lid closest to her, and her huge eyes blinked for a long time, looking at the contents of the plate in disbelief?!
It turned out to be porridge? She was born wealthy, so she naturally knew that there would be some desserts after the main meal, and there were also porridge dishes, but it seemed that there was no dinner when it was served!
However, Chang Geyue was not discouraged, she shook her head and opened the things on the plate on the side again, looked at it for a long time, and made sure that it was not she who had delusions because of a long coma, and lifted the lid again, or porridge!
Lift the lid!
Or porridge!
Gruel!
Gruel!
Gruel!
There are nine hundred and eighty-one porridges of all kinds, and they are basically all clear soup and rice.
Chang Geyue couldn't hold back at all, "You just give me this!" As soon as Chang Geyue's words fell, she saw Steward Qin walking in with a bowl of thick soup in his hand, "Lord Wang, this is what the old slave specially asked the kitchen to prepare for you." ”
Chang Geyue pouted, she was really a little unaccustomed to the domineering and powerful Steward Qin calling himself an old slave!
Feng Yan originally had no appetite, but looking at the tragic appearance of Chang Geyue about to go crazy, he couldn't help but nodded, "Put it here." ”
Although he didn't want to drink it, it was good to use it to anger this little woman.
Sure enough, as soon as Steward Qin went down, Chang Geyue's delicate eyes seemed to be able to glow green, and she coughed lightly, "I want to drink soup." I don't know how long she was in a coma, but she only felt that her mouth was very light.
Feng Yan shook his head, "This is the king's." ”
"Is that how you treat guests?" ”
Feng Yan took a lot of Changgeyue up and down, and then said leisurely: "You don't seem to be the guest of this king." "If he's not mistaken, it's a relationship between them and being hunted.
And he's the one at the top of the food chain!
Chang Geyue's eyes turned slightly, adhering to the mantra of "harmony is precious" and said: "We can be regarded as sharing hardships and hardships, please let me eat this meal, let's ...... "Old and dead do not get along!" Goodbye, goodbye!
It's just that before Chang Geyue's words could be spoken, she saw Feng Yan glance at her with one eye, and said expressionlessly: "Woman, you'd better think about how you want to talk to this king!" ”
Looking at Feng Yan's poor beating, Chang Geyue was so angry that she almost didn't lift the table, she snorted and glanced at the soup in Feng Yan's bowl, and subconsciously sniffed it vigorously, this soup ...... Chang Geyue was stunned for a moment, and then looked up and down at Feng Yan with a somewhat strange gaze,