deadly mantra

Chapter 821
Cang Lie looked as usual, knelt on one knee beside the coffee table, picked up a spoon and filled a bowl of chicken soup, and said slowly:

"Astragalus, angelica, dangshen and wolfberry are added to the black-bone chicken soup. It has been simmered for two hours on low heat. Let me try it, little master."

Ji Fanyin rested her elbows on the table, held her chin casually, and held the spoon in her right hand. After taking two or three sips with no expression, she simply put the spoon aside, picked up the bowl, and drank it all.

Qing Mo's heart skipped a beat, and he was greatly frightened. Cang Lie still looked as normal as before, and then sandwiched a few slices of fresh fish and a few slices of green vegetables.

Ji Fanyin ate generously and swallowed it all without chewing a few times.

Qing Mo's face turned green when he saw it, and he couldn't help but ask:
"Palace Master, is it... very unpleasant to eat?"

Ji Fanyin glanced at him absentmindedly:
"Are you still there?"

Qing Mo grimaced and held the baggage in both hands:

"Palace Master, my subordinates have no shame in going without sending the things out."

"Your face is much prettier than Cang Lie, right, Cang Lie?" She covered her mouth with her little hand and yawned lazily. Ji Fanyin said, "I can't eat any more."

After staring at the remaining food in silence for a moment, Cang Lie remembered what Shui Qingchen said when he was busy in the kitchen: the kittens ate more than she did.

While tidying up, he said casually:
"I heard that there is a private chef in the south of the city who makes sweet and sour fish that is pretty good. Mr. Shui made an appointment with that chef yesterday and wanted to go there and learn. This morning, after Mr. Shui made these dishes, he went with Qing Yuxuan I went out, and before I left, Mr. Shui told me that he would come back later."

After winter, Ji Fanyin's loss of appetite became increasingly worrying.

Cang Lie understood Shui Qingchen's intention of cooking in person.

If he hadn't done it, his master probably wouldn't have picked up the chopsticks.

Sure enough, after hearing what he said, Ji Fanyin rubbed his belly and hesitated, then said:
"Then... leave it alone for now. I'll move around and eat on an empty stomach."

"Yes."

Ji Fanyin put the top pocket of her cloak on her head, and the snow-white fox fur trim made her baby face particularly endearing.

She stood up holding on to the corner of the coffee table, stretched out a lot, and started... walking in place!

Cang Lie's brows trembled, feeling helpless and unable to say anything.

When winter comes, someone not only loses their appetite, but is also extra "good".

The scope of activities is limited to the main house.

Qing Mo didn't know this and said:

"I wanted to bring some delicious food to honor the palace master, but strangely enough, with Muxue City as the center, there was no trace of Yun Shangduan in the nearby cities."

Ji Fanyin squinted her eyes, stared at him for a moment, and said:
"Why are you still here?"

"Palace Master...for the sake of my subordinate not wearing a mask today, please don't embarrass me."

"Hey~ Where do you start talking about this?" Ji Fanyin waved her hand and cleared the air: "I am only coveting the beauty of my family Chenchen. Don't say such words that can easily be misunderstood."

The corners of Qing Mo's mouth twitched a few times, and his eyes were speechless:
"...Palace Master, if you say this, you are not giving your subordinates a way to survive."

Ji Fanyin glanced at the thing in his hand and joked:
"I also cherish my life. I will give you a way to live, but who will live with me?"

Qing Mo secretly gritted his teeth and held it in for a long time before he managed to squeeze out a sentence:
"Palace Master, please give me a pleasant word."

Ji Fanyin was amused by his expression.In Qifei Hall, only Qing Mo and Zhu Que dared to speak to her in this tone:

"Qing Mojun, you are committing evil with your beauty."

Qing Mo stared at her, feeling aggrieved and helpless.

The smile in Ji Fanyin's eyes grew stronger, and she couldn't help teasing him:
"What you are holding in your hand is not Bao Simu's head."

(End of this chapter)