shock!The tyrant's group pet cub is the daughter of heaven

Chapter 1292 There is such a skillful cook?
at lunch.

Bai Zhi'er pretended to be ignorant and sat at the table.

She smelled the fragrant yellow chicken soup.

It is sprinkled with finely chopped green onions and garnished with goji berries.

The essence of the chicken broth has turned into a golden color, and the delicious cloud mushrooms and bamboo shoots are undulating in it.

Bai Zhi'er let out a wow, her eyes sparkling: "It looks delicious."

She took a sip, and Feng Fuce, who was at the side, stared at her expression, paying attention to the changes in her expression.

Bai Zhi'er tasted it attentively, very quietly.

After a while, Feng Fuce couldn't bear it anymore.

He asked, "How?"

Bai Zhier shook his head and sighed.

Feng Fuce immediately sat up straight: "Not good?"

Bai Zhi'er raised her eyes: "I've never had such a delicious soup!"

Feng Fuce Junhei raised his brows and eyes, obviously happy.

He leaned back in his chair: "Drink more, chicken soup to warm up, it's good for you."

Bai Zhi'er quickly finished a bowl and asked for another bowl.

She did not forget to ask: "Brother Fuce, is there such a skillful cook in your mansion?"

The cooks who were waiting to serve with their heads down looked at each other quietly and smiled knowingly.

Feng Fuce's tone was calm: "Naturally, I asked them to do it carefully, and they dare not fool around."

Bai Zhi'er pressed a button and snickered.

It turned out that he didn't want to admit that he did it himself.

Feng Fuce never asked for credit for what he did for Bai Zhi'er.

He didn't need her to know, after all, he did all this just to make her comfortable and happy.

Bai Zhi'er also took care of this kind of heart, she didn't expose it.

I just drank several bowls in a row until the soup basin bottomed out.

Bai Zhi'er clutched her belly: "I can't eat anymore..."

Feng Fuce chuckled lightly: "If you're full, you don't need to eat. Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Bai Zhier shook his head.

Feng Fuce said suddenly: "It seems that the medicine prescribed by the doctor is still effective. I have asked my servant to pretend it for you, and I will take it back to the palace later."

"Next time, let the imperial physician continue to prescribe medicine for you according to the prescription."

After eating, Feng Fuce wanted to send Bai Zhi'er back to the palace.

From the dining hall to the main entrance, Bai Zhi'er discovered something.

The snow on the road was swept away by the servants.

It snowed all night last night, but when I got up in the morning, except for the traces of snowflakes on the roof and treetops and branches, the rest of the place was completely cleaned.

Not even the icicles under the eaves.

When she came out yesterday, she wore thinner shoes, so Bai Zhi'er guessed that this was what Feng Fuce meant.

He was so careful because he was afraid of her being cold.

Bai Zhi'er couldn't help but look sideways, and secretly squeezed out a sweet smile.

Feng Fuce noticed it and looked at her: "What's wrong?"

Bai Zhi'er withdrew her gaze and looked ahead, she smiled and said, "It's okay, I just think the chicken soup is too warm, so I'm very happy."

Feng Fuce saw that she squinted her eyes and smiled, like a beautiful kitten that is well fed.

He couldn't help but chuckle.

"Idiot." Feng Fuce whispered.

The two of them took the carriage together and went back to the palace.

Bai Xilie happened to be looking for Bai Zhier everywhere.

When Feng Fuce and Bai Zhi'er returned to Ruizhu Palace, they bumped into Bai Xilie's Dragon Chariot.

"Child! Where have you been?" Bai Xilie immediately got off the dragon carriage.

He pulled his daughter's little hand into his arms and covered it. It was freezing cold, fearing that his precious daughter would get cold.

Bai Xilie still didn't forget to look at Feng Fuce with vigilant eyes.

(End of this chapter)