Chapter 284

She rubbed her head with a headache, Feng Qingge really wanted to kick Murong Chu out, how hard it must be for such a poor prince to be an emperor and a commoner. Every day I talk about it, I feel stumped just to cook. She has been criticized. She really suspected that Murong Chu had brought a cook along the way, and changed the way he cooked food for him every day.

Go eat shit!

"Did you hear, I don't want to eat any of the above, you can figure it out, what are you doing, if you make it within half an hour, I can still eat a few bites, if the time passes, I'm afraid of mine My stomach will change my mind again." Murong Chu said coldly, glancing at Feng Qingge, whose face was full of black lines, and was already happy in his heart. Such a stupid woman, who dares to fight him, is simply courting death!

He quickly cupped his hands, and Feng Qingge's mouth pulled out and replied, "As per the decree, His Royal Highness, please wait a moment, Rong Xiaoxiao prepares for a moment."

"It doesn't matter how long you prepare. If your Highness doesn't want to eat it, you can do it again." Murong Chu said proudly, banging on the table, but admiring the monks around, those strange moves, but he couldn't guess for a while. through.

After retreating, Feng Qingge went directly to the backyard, "Go eat shit, Murong Chu. Picky eaters, really treat you as a three-year-old child, you don't eat this or that, if you throw it in the war era, you will be killed long ago. One shot, what a lot of nonsense."

"What's wrong?" Bu Jinyu, who was in charge, wiped the sweat from his forehead. He had been busy in the backyard, and had no idea that Prince Murong Chu had come to the restaurant.

Rubbing his temples with a headache, Feng Qingge said depressedly, "The prince is here, he doesn't eat anything, and he forces me to make something for him. What do you think is good?" After saying all of Murongchu's demands, Bu Jinyu They were all half-depressed. These requirements were really picky. It was almost the rhythm of drinking air and what to feed Murong Chu.

"He's here to find trouble, I don't think he's here to eat." Bu Jinyu said with a frown.

Feng Qingge didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said helplessly: "It was originally looking for trouble, and now it's enough to settle it quickly. What good way do you have to stop him for the time being?"

"...No." Bu Jinyu grimaced and could only smile awkwardly. If this is an exam question, there is really no way to solve it.

One head and two big, Feng Qingge slammed his fist directly on the tree trunk, and couldn't help roaring: "Come on, come on, what are you doing with so many tricks, damn it, God, you remind me what to do, I... ouch!"

Before Feng Qingge could finish speaking, the persimmon on the branch smashed directly onto her head. Fortunately, the persimmon is already ripe, and it doesn't hurt so much when smashing it down, but it also made the persimmon burst into flowers on Feng Qingge's head, and the viscous red juice flowed down her hair, ticking. of falling.

"Pfft... I'm unlucky, and even a tree bullied me." Feng Qingge helplessly wiped the persimmon on her head, and when she saw the cool persimmon in her hand, the light in her black eyes flashed, wait, just now Murong Chu complained that the weather in Cencheng was too hot and he didn't want to eat hot food, and then he said that he had a bad throat and couldn't eat too cold food. Something that is too cold does not mean that cold drinks with excellent taste are excluded.

The boy fiddled for a long time and didn't want to eat anything, but he didn't refuse such fruit. What he wants to see is how he makes a fool of himself. Who would have thought that fruits can be made into various delicious dishes. If you make them a little in this weather, there will be unexpected effects.

Well, since it is your request, then I will do it according to your request!

Holding the persimmon in her hand tightly, Feng Qingge said in a low voice, "Jin Yu, please help me prepare some materials and send them to Shaolin's room as soon as possible. I'll go and wash up."

At the same time, Murong Chu, who was waiting in the room, stared at the person on the screen with his eyes, and those moves that stretched out shocked him. After watching it for so long, he actually had no way to break the link above Even if you only break a dozen or so, you will still trap yourself in the back.

How could it be... In a small restaurant, this peerless move is actually hidden, but unfortunately there is no mental formula on it, otherwise he will definitely try his best to plunder all the things here. Feng Qingge, why did you make such a change? Anything here, just take it out, is enough to make people crazy.

But if Feng Qingge knew that Murong Chu was actually interested in Shaolin's moves, she would definitely not invite Murong Chu to come here. The things posted in the restaurant were all that she had trained in the army, including the south fist and the north legs, Sanda and grabbing, but she felt that the restaurant was too empty and needed something to set off, so she painted it. Although it is not complete, those who do not know the inside story will only be regarded as a joke. After all, on the Xingyue Continent, the level of star power determines everything, and moves are second.

However, Feng Qingge neglected that once the strength is against the sky, with the various secrets and mental techniques learned in the previous, it is completely the rhythm of abusive beatings.

"His Royal Highness, it's time to start." Put on clean clothes again, this time Feng Qingge chose black jingyi, and tied her long hair behind her head with a red headband, looking even more heroic Sha Shuang, without the slightest sloppiness, the whole person is more spiritual.

Looking back, Murong Chu nodded.

And Feng Qingge prepared very few materials this time. There was a big sealed bamboo basket, and he didn't know what was in it. On the side was an empty bowl, not even an iron pot. Seeing this, Murong Chu couldn't help sneering: "Why, are you going to let this Highness drink the northwest wind, it will be here soon in half an hour, what can you make?"

"If His Royal Highness wants to drink it, I can make it. But... His Highness is such a picky eater. If I were someone else, I really couldn't cook without a pot. However, according to His Highness's request, I can make it without oil and salt, so as not to get dirty. I smeared His Highness's clothes and stained His Highness's eyes." Feng Qingge cupped her hands and smiled, raising her head naturally to look at Murong Chu.

A ragged piece of clothing is so showy, isn't it stinky? Well, she doesn't even use oil and salt now. If the clothes stink, you can't blame her.

It was just a joke, but Murong Chu didn't expect Feng Qingge to move the pot because of this, his face was a little ugly, and he said coldly: "Then what do you want Your Highness to eat today, you don't need hot food, but it doesn't mean that Ben Your Highness wants to eat those pork raw, what do you want to do?"

"Raw meat?" Feng Qingge laughed and said indifferently: "Don't worry, Your Highness, Cencheng's living standard is not that good, the piglets raised here haven't grown up yet, the meat here is all hunted at Sunset Cliff. Ordinary spirit beasts want to eat pork with smooth meat, I really can’t come up with it.”