Chapter 55

"Ah, the raw water can't be drunk..." Ah Zhao cried.

Zhao Yin doesn't care about raw or cooked water at this time. He only knows that if he doesn't drink water, he may become the first king who chokes on steamed bread in the history of Dayan.

Finally, Zhao Yin felt the vicissitudes in his heart.

He was reduced to such a situation!

Seeing a Zhao squatting down and ready to eat, Zhao Yin is discontented with the thought that this woman is really heartless. He chokes to such an extent that he is indifferent and only cares about his own food.

But at the same time, he has already said: "you eat slowly."

A Zhao looked at him and didn't quite understand what he meant.

But she soon understood that the steamed bread was too hard.

There's no smell yet.

Thanks to this, a Zhao couldn't swallow at all, and naturally he would not choke.

Zhao Yin looked at her in a cold eye as she bit by bit tearing small pieces into her mouth. She felt very funny in her heart, and the corners of her lips were also uncontrollably hooked up.

But he was quick to react and press down.

The utterance convention is cold: "the princess follows me to the Anle palace, and she can't even eat a normal meal. Why?"

Ah Zhaoxin said that if you are not a man, I don't care about you.

She glanced at Zhao Yin lightly on the surface, did not speak.

Zhao Yin looks at her and suddenly turns away without saying a word.

A Zhao took a look at his back and continued to fight with the steamed bread in his hand.

Half an hour later, Zhao Yin came.

There's a kettle in my hand.

At the moment, a Zhao is making a barely clean cloth and wring the water to wipe the bedroom hall. The place to sleep must be cleaned.

Zhao Yin looked at the steamed bread which had hardly moved on the plate and twisted his brow.

"The Qin family." He called her.

A Zhao comes out with a dishcloth. Zhao Yin looks at her hands. She looks at her hands. Her fingers are like green onion roots. It seems that she is born to enjoy happiness in the rich brocade pile. But at the moment, it's not a perfumed pad, but a dirty rag.

He found the scene dazzling.

Eyebrow subconsciously wrinkled up, he said in a voice: "what you have in your hand, throw it away for me!"

A Zhao looks at him speechless, thinking that the Lord has not come out of the past dignified life.

When she thought about it, she thought that the other party was very pitiful, so she explained, "I have to tidy up the bedroom, or I can't sleep tonight."

"I said throw it away!" Zhao Yin snapped.

Suddenly, a Zhao's hand was shaken and the dishcloth fell to the ground.

"Now, go and wash your hands." Zhao Yin ordered.

A Zhao subconsciously went to the well, and then came to one side to react. Why should I listen to him?

She stopped discontentedly, turned her head and was about to protest when she saw Zhao Yinzheng bending down and pouring things into a clean bowl with a kettle.

It's boiling water still steaming hot.

Aware of his eyes, Zhao Yin said impatiently, "what are you dawdling about? Wash your hands and come to eat!"

A Zhao's heart trembles, suddenly understand what Zhao Yin just went out to do.

He's boiling hot water.

She cleans up and walks to the broken stone table.

The two steamed buns had been soaked in boiling water, soft, and finally had a trace of food flavor.