Chapter 60

"Miss Ruan, are you awake?"

When the maid with the tray saw her wake up, she bowed and said, "are you hungry? The young master has told you that when you wake up, you need to eat some porridge first, and then take the medicine before you go to bed. "

Ruan Xiaomo was a little confused and nodded, leaving the maid to move the delicate dining table on the bed.

What about Jin liefeng?

Is he not resting in this bedroom so late?

"Is Miss Ruan looking for the young master?" The maid set the dishes and porridge cups for her and asked with a smile.

Ruan Xiaomo did not deny: "is he sleeping in another room tonight?"

Then she should be able to sleep more soundly after taking the medicine tonight.

"The young master hasn't slept yet. He should be on his way back from the kitchen now." The maid put the porridge into a small bowl with delicate color edges, and answered with a smile: "he was afraid that you would wake up hungry, so she asked someone to bring the porridge first."

He's in the kitchen On the way back?

Do you want people to bring porridge first?

Is this cup of porridge Was he the one who ordered or supervised the work himself?

It's just a cup of rice porridge. How about him?

The more Ruan Xiaomo listened, the less he understood.

White and soft glutinous rice porridge, in a small bowl, exudes a natural fragrance of rice, fresh and light.

The door was suddenly pushed open.

The maid looked back, quickly retreated to the bedside, and respectfully said to the door, "young master, Miss Ruan is awake."

The man at the door is tall, and her clothes are not the same as those when she was sick.

The medieval style black shirt with ear edge and neckline of wide sleeve robe is soft and skin friendly. The low-key style and cutting reveal delicacy and luxury everywhere.

Pants are light casual style, but still can see the men's waist line tight and narrow, straight leg line slender.

The proportion is perfect as if it is a handsome man described by a fashion designer, who casually wears such a retro style elegant and charming.

"Well, you wake up in time." Jin liefeng cold mouth, step, came in, "if porridge cold you still don't wake up, then don't want to eat again."

Ruan Xiaomo said casually: "it can be heated."

When it's cold and reheated, what's the big deal?

The man went to her bed and sat down. He looked at her scornfully with deep purple jewel like eyes: "heat up and eat? The kitchen of the Imperial Palace never accepts twice reheated food. "

So all the cold food is thrown away?

It's a waste.

Ruan Xiaomo was too lazy to talk to such a extravagant and wasteful man as him. He reached for a spoon and scooped up a spoonful of porridge.

After a pause, she said in a voice: "why white porridge?"

He clearly refused.

Bedside sink, the man used to have a faint fragrance close.

"Didn't you say you wanted to eat?" Jin liefeng glanced at her and took the porridge spoon from her hand indifferently: "I feed you."

Let her eat again, also don't know can eat a few.

No, maybe she won't eat a few spoonfuls of rice soup.

What's the difference between this and before?

With hot porridge temperature spoon to the lips, let Ruan small foam very uncomfortable.

She had never been fed, and unlike him, she never put on her clothes and opened her mouth.

She reached for the spoon: "I'll do it myself -"

"either eat it or I'll pour out the porridge." In the cold tone, there are all bright threats.

…… Does he have to speak with threats at all times?

Ruan Xiaomo gave him a compromise look and opened his mouth.

A spoonful of porridge mixed with soft glutinous rice grains and moist rice soup went into her mouth.

I don't know when the rice porridge has been cooled by men. The temperature is just right.

With a little salty taste, it just stimulates the bitter taste buds.

Soft rotten, good taste, strong flavor of rice, almost no chewing, full of rice.

The warm rice porridge flows down the neck and falls into the stomach, bringing a trace of warmth.

It seems to be the warmth from the body.

Jin liefeng's eyes were deep, and his eyes stayed on her. He noticed that her throat moved. After swallowing the first mouthful of porridge, he took the second spoon.

"How does it taste?" He handed the second spoonful of rice porridge to Ruan Xiaomo's lips and asked casually.

"OK..." Ruan Xiaomo didn't care much and opened his mouth obediently to swallow the spoon.

In fact, there is too much water in rice porridge, but she is not picky at all, so it is nothing.

It's just that all the chefs in the Imperial Palace are the best world-class chefs. Jin liefeng should not have to ask more

Ruan Xiaomo chewed, suddenly found something wrong.

Since all the chefs in the Imperial Palace are world-class chefs, how could they make such a low-level mistake of putting too much water in porridge?What's more, as a famous chef Jin liefeng should be very confident. Why did she ask her about the taste of porridge just now?

Do you mean

Ruan Xiaomo's eyes unconsciously fell on Jin liefeng's face.

His face is angular, his facial features are deep, his lines are strong and delicate, he has the mature beauty of exclusive male, and he also has the natural elegance.

He lowered his eyelashes and half covered his charming purple eyes. He carefully blew the porridge and put it on her lips. The light of his eyes was right on her.

Ruan Xiaomo involuntarily evaded and looked away, but when he saw his hand close to his lips, he stopped.

"Ruan Xiaomo, you are peeping at me." Magnetic voice, with some of her current satisfaction.

Although I don't know why, she was just peeping at him. He didn't read it wrong.

"I No Ruan Xiaomo is a little absent-minded and denies that his attention is in Jin liefeng's hands.

"Is there anything to deny? I allow you to look at me in the light. " Jin liefeng's thin lips slightly curled up and raised a radian.

He is not the kind of person who is not used to other people's attention.

Growing up, he seems to be the focus of other people's attention wherever he goes.

All kinds of eyes, some with intention, some with flattery, and some timid secretly look at him.

He's used to it.

But she just secretly looked at him, but made him feel inexplicably comfortable.

“…… What's wrong with your hand? " After seeing his hand clearly, Ruan Xiaomo looked at him in surprise.

There is no doubt that Jin liefeng doesn't touch Yangchun water. He doesn't have to prepare food or make coffee by himself.

But the blister on his hand, when she was infused, had not, how so short time, had suddenly?

He should have no access to boiling water.

Unless

Ruan Xiaomo looked at his apricot eyes a little round, and an almost impossible idea gradually became clear in her mind.

"It's nothing, Ruan Xiaomo. If you don't look at me, you can eat porridge quickly. Otherwise, don't blame me for the cold of porridge --"

"did you cook porridge?" Ruan Xiaomo blurted out in surprise.

No wonder he asked what he wanted to eat and came back from the kitchen.

No wonder he asked himself how it tasted and said that he would never want to eat it again after pouring it out