Chapter 1870

However, he went to the kitchen and cooked himself a bowl of porridge.

Thinking about it, she felt that she was beginning to balance

Soon, a bowl of porridge was cooked.

In the course of her porridge, Jun Aohan has been there shouting and praising.

Let Ye Qingli start to feel embarrassed.

After all, she knows her cooking very well.

A bowl of porridge came in, and ye Qingli carefully blew it, and then put it in front of Jun Aohan.

"I'll help you to sit up."

"No."

"Aren't you hungry?"

"Or are you not hungry now, or do you want to eat?"

Ye Qingli swallows his saliva.

She has been cooking for a long time, but now she is hungry

"Of course Ben Wang is hungry."

Jun Aohan's face is pitiful.

"But I'm a patient. I'm seriously injured and my limbs are weak. How can I eat..."

Hello, what do you want... "

Ye Qingli said with some vigilance.

"Of course, I want my green glass to be fed to me by myself."

The smile on your proud cold face.

"Anyway, you've cooked the porridge. It won't take any trouble to feed it again, will you?"

He had a coquettish look on his face.

See ye Qingli heart suddenly a soft.

The powerful ghost king is awe inspiring. When will he show this expression in front of others?

"Well, I'll feed you once."

She found a spoon out, and then, put porridge in the middle of two people, take a spoon a mouthful, to Jun Aohan's arms.

The first one is fed in.

"Well..."

Jun Aohan closed his eyes and tasted carefully.

"Is it delicious?"

Ye Qingli said nervously.

"Well, I've never tasted so good before."

Jun Ao nodded with cold.

"It's much better than the imperial chefs in my house. I don't know what they usually learn. As long as I knew, I should have let them take scriptures from my little green glass. "

"Well, it's too much to be false."

Ye Qingli's self-knowledge still exists.

"Besides, I won't feed you."

"Well, I don't speak."

You are so proud and cold that you are intoxicated.

Then he came back and opened his mouth.

"Ah --"

Ye Qingli's silent expression.

Is this guy really treating himself as a three-year-old?

"Well, take your time. There's something else in the back."

Ye Qingli's earnest expression.

It's like coaxing children to eat congee.

And Jun Aohan is a face of enjoyment.

He didn't even lift his hand. After eating, he opened his mouth.

Then, a mouthful of porridge was automatically fed into his mouth.

What's more, this guy, after every mouthful of porridge, is still chewing and savoring, with a very enjoyable expression.

Ye Qingli can't stand his appearance.

"Hello, you are also a prince. Can you care about your image?"

Look at him as he gobbles and smashes his mouth.

It's not like a prince.

Just like a beggar on the side of the road.

Jun Aohan doesn't feel anything at all.

He said with a smile, "because this is the porridge cooked by my green glass, which is 100 times better than the porridge outside."

"Well, I don't believe it. There are only a dozen Royal chefs in your family. Can't you cook delicious porridge? "

"Their porridge is delicious, of course, but the taste of your porridge is different."