Soon, Zhuang Feiyu saw the dining room that he was looking for and looking forward to. The dining room was brightly lit, Gu Wanli was fanning the charcoal stove hard, and the roast chicken that had already exuded fragrance was on the shelf.

In the dining room, there was Zhuang Mengdie, who was sitting upright at the moment, watching Gu Wanli seriously roast half a chicken.

Zhuang Feiyu couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and when he found that Zhuang Mengdie's gaze shifted to him, he immediately lowered his head and unnaturally avoided Zhuang Mengdie's gaze, he pursed his lips, and his eyes were tightly attracted by the half of the roast chicken that had been charred inside and out.

Seeing Zhuang Feiyu's Adam's apple rolling up and down twice, Zhuang Mengdie pointed to the fragrant roast chicken and deliberately asked, "Do you want to eat roast chicken?"

Zhuang Feiyu saw Zhuang Mengdie singled out, stared at himself and asked, and shook his head stubbornly, he himself said that he would not eat her things. But the will was finally defeated by the gluttonous worm in his stomach, and he couldn't say anything hard anymore when he was hungry, but he was too faceless to let him say "I want to eat" these two. Besides, he is the second prince of Tianxuan Kingdom, so he has to go down a step.

So Zhuang Feiyu stood still, lowered his head slightly, didn't dare to look at Zhuang Mengdie's gaze, smelling the fragrance of roast chicken, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva, in order to hide the embarrassment, he simply pursed his lips.

When Zhuang Mengdie saw Zhuang Feiyu like this, she secretly laughed in her heart, but said with a serious face: "Since you don't want to eat roast chicken, go back to your room and sleep, originally, there is no share of roast chicken." ”

When Zhuang Feiyu heard this, his face changed, his hands were tightly rubbed at the corners of his clothes, but his feet stood in place and did not move, and soon, the expression on his stubborn face gradually became richer.

Zhuang Mengdie saw that Zhuang Feiyu's eyes were gradually turning red, and tears were already rolling in his eyes, Zhuang Mengdie hurriedly got up from the seat and said loudly: "You are not allowed to cry!"

Thinking of the second emperor brother who always had a warm smile on weekdays, crying like a child, Zhuang Mengdie was a little unbearable. What's more, she hurt Zhuang Feiyu's heart like that at the beginning, even if she had her own troubles, Zhuang Feiyu didn't know it.

Without his knowledge, he should have resented her and hated her, but after she disappeared from the palace, he traveled thousands of miles to Jiangzhu Mountain with Gu Wanli to find her, if it weren't for her, he wouldn't have fallen into the cliff and become like this.

Zhuang Feiyu was originally just tears swirling in his eyes, but when Zhuang Mengdie drank so loudly, tears immediately flowed, and he wiped his tears with his wide sleeves while crying: "You know...... Bully me...... I hate ...... I hate you...... Woowoo woo ......"

Seeing Zhuang Feiyu crying helplessly, Zhuang Mengdie thought that Zhuang Feiyu didn't even say anything heavy to her on weekdays, but she didn't get angry with him anymore, so she didn't want to worry about Zhuang Feiyu anymore, plus today she kicked Zhuang Feiyu heavily in anger, thinking that Zhuang Feiyu, who was eight years old, must be very painful, and no one went to help him with medicine, she couldn't help but feel ashamed, and her tone eased.

"Okay, okay, don't cry, this roast chicken is afraid that you will be hungry, so it was specially roasted for you, and there is chicken soup warm on the stove in it, come and eat it." ”

"I don't eat...... You're a bad person......" Zhuang Feiyu still stubbornly stood in place and cried, refusing to step forward. 101 Chinese Net

"Aren't you too hungry to sleep? Zhuang Mengdie took the roast chicken from Gu Wanli's hand, shook it slightly, and continued: "You smell it, Xiaogu's roasted chicken is fragrant. ”

"I don't eat...... I don't eat...... I don't want to eat your stuff......" Zhuang Feiyu sobbed intermittently.

Zhuang Mengdie reluctantly handed the roast chicken to Gu Wanli, although Zhuang Feiyu said that he would not eat it, when he saw that Zhuang Mengdie really handed the roast chicken to Gu Wanli, there was obvious disappointment in his eyes.

Zhuang Mengdie looked at Zhuang Feiyu quietly, Zhuang Feiyu had no steps down at the moment, and he couldn't pull it down, and he wanted to eat roast chicken, this feeling of contradiction and entanglement made him even more uncomfortable, and he couldn't help crying again.

Zhuang Mengdie watched the tall second emperor brother crying like this, and finally sighed, walked to Zhuang Feiyu's side, and said to him softly: "Okay, don't cry." The roast chicken is mine, it doesn't matter if you don't want to eat it, but there is still chicken soup stewed in it, and the chicken soup is your third emperor sister before she left the old Qing City, and she specially ordered the dining room to stew it every day. Smell it, isn't it smelly?"

Zhuang Feiyu immediately stopped crying when he heard this, raised his head to look at Zhuang Mengdie's crystal clear eyes, and asked in a choked voice: "Is it true? Is it really Mengdie who ordered the dining room to stew soup for me?"

"Of course it's true, don't let down your third emperor sister's heart. Zhuang Mengdie nodded seriously at Zhuang Feiyu, this chicken soup was prepared by her for Zhuang Feiyu, she said that Zhuang Feiyu's third emperor sister prepared it for him, it is indeed true, she is not lying, there is no need to be weak-minded.

"Since Mengdie ordered the dining room to prepare it for me, then I must eat it, otherwise I will be sad when Mengdie comes back......" With such a step, Zhuang Feiyu finally broke into tears and smiled, and easily accepted Zhuang Mengdie's reason.

"Come and eat. Zhuang Mengdie saw that the tears on Zhuang Feiyu's face had not been wiped away, so she smiled happily, and also showed a smile, beckoning Zhuang Feiyu to drink chicken soup in the dining room.

Gu Wanli immediately wiped a table in the dining room and brought up the chicken soup that had been warm on the stove. Zhuang Feiyu sniffed, puffed his palms and laughed happily: "This chicken soup is so fragrant, it must be delicious." ”

Zhuang Mengdie smiled, scooped a bowl of chicken soup for Zhuang Feiyu, and gave Gu Wanli another look. Gu Wanli understood, and immediately went to tear off the fragrant roast chicken thigh, put it on a plate and brought it to Zhuang Mengdie.

The chicken soup was extremely delicious, and Zhuang Feiyu, who was so hungry that his chest was close to his back, quickly drank two bowls and ate all the chicken in the bowl.

Zhuang Mengdie pushed the plate with the grilled chicken leg in front of Zhuang Feiyu, and said softly: "Eat a grilled chicken leg, your third emperor sister has explained it well before leaving, I want to watch you eat well, but I can't let you go hungry." ”

"Hmm!" Zhuang Feiyu ate happily, and now he couldn't care about what he had said before that he would rather starve to death than be too late for Zhuang Mengdie, not to mention, Zhuang Mengdie also said that it was specially instructed by his third emperor sister, and he naturally wanted to eat well.