The emperor's concubine who abandoned the daughter of the miraculous doctor

Chapter 1876 The Style of Two People 8
However, he ran to the kitchen to cook a bowl of porridge for himself.

Thinking of this, she felt that she had begun to balance...

Soon, a bowl of porridge will be cooked.

During the process of cooking the porridge, Jun Aohan kept yelling and admiring.

It made Ye Qingli feel embarrassed.

After all, she knows her cooking skills very well.

A bowl of porridge was brought in, Ye Qingli blew it carefully, and then placed it in front of Jun Aohan.

"I'll help you sit up."

"No."

"Aren't you hungry?"

"Or, are you not hungry now and don't want to eat?"

Ye Qingli swallowed her saliva.

She cooked for a long time before she cooked such a bowl. Now, she is hungry...

"Of course my king is very hungry."

Jun Aohan had a pitiful expression on his face.

"However, this king is a sick person. Now this king is seriously injured and his limbs are weak. How can he eat..."

Hey, what do you want to..."

Ye Qingli said with some vigilance.

"Of course I want my Qingli to feed me with my own hands."

Jun Aohan had a smile on his face.

"Anyway, you've already cooked the porridge, so it won't bother you to feed it again, okay?"

He had a coquettish expression on his face.

Seeing Ye Qingli's heart suddenly softened.

The majestic ghost king is so majestic and intimidating to everyone, when will he show such an expression in front of others?

"Okay, then I'll feed you once."

She found a spoon and took it out, then put the porridge between the two of them, took the spoon and sent it to Jun Aohan's arms one bite at a time.

The first bite was fed in.

"Um……"

Jun Aohan closed his eyes, savoring carefully.

"taste good or not?"

Ye Qingli said nervously.

"Well, I've never eaten such a delicious meal."

Jun Aohan kept nodding.

"This is much better than those royal chefs in my house. I really don't know what they usually learn. If I knew it, I should let them learn from my little Qingli."

"Okay, it's fake if it's too much."

Ye Qingli still has this self-knowledge.

"Besides, I won't feed you."

"Okay, okay, my king doesn't talk."

Jun Aohan looked intoxicated.

Then he came closer and opened his mouth.

"Ah-"

Ye Qingli had a speechless expression.

Does this guy really think of himself as a three-year-old child?

"Okay, eat slowly, there will be more later."

Ye Qingli had a persuasive expression on her face.

It was like coaxing a child, feeding Jun Aohan porridge.

As for Jun Aohan, he had an expression of enjoyment.

He didn't even raise his hand, and just opened his mouth after taking a bite.

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

Moreover, this guy, after every mouthful of porridge, kept chewing and savoring it, with an expression of enjoyment.

Ye Qingli really can't stand him like this.

"Hey, you are also a prince after all, can you take care of your image?"

Look at the way he is gobbling and smacking his mouth.

He doesn't look like a prince.

Just like a beggar on the roadside.

Jun Aohan didn't feel anything at all.

He said with a smile: "Because this is the porridge made by my Qingli, it is a hundred times more delicious than the porridge outside."

"Tch, I don't believe it. There are more than a dozen imperial chefs in your family, can't you still cook delicious porridge?"

"Of course the porridge they make is delicious, but the porridge you make tastes different."

(End of this chapter)