Transmigrating into a Doll Princess: Pink Princess

Long Fuyue took a few sips secretly, and the taste turned out to be comparable to that of a chef: "Wow, I didn't expect him to have such a good cooking skill. This has to be worn to modern times, and being a chef in the most high-end restaurant is absolutely delicious. It's more than enough..."

I can't help but think of Feng Qianyu wearing a chef's hat and a chef's uniform in modern times, with a spoon in his left hand and a shovel in his right hand, dancing like a god...

The body couldn't help shaking.cold!It's too humiliating to this omnipotent god of war...

Feng Qianyu naturally didn't know what thoughts were spinning in her little head at the moment.

Originally, Long Fuyue wanted to show him a trick and make an ancient version of hot pot.But I didn't expect to be shocked by his cooking skills. [

She simply laid hands on him, lit a fire, added firewood and so on.

After a while, Feng Qianyu finally put all the dishes in order.

It looks like a simple four dishes and one soup, but it tastes delicious.It can be seen that Feng Qianyu has put a lot of thought into it.

Long Fuyue took a bite of the food, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and sighed: "It's a pity that there is no wine. Otherwise, you can have more fun."

Feng Qianyu smiled, as if conjured up a wine gourd, and shook it in front of Long Fuyue: "Who said there is no wine? Isn't it?"

Long Fuyue was overjoyed, snatched it from him, unplugged it, and took a sip.

This wine is not very spicy, but fragrant.It looked like it was meant for her.

Long Fuyue looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and then at Feng Qianyu beside her, suddenly felt extremely happy, a word inexplicably floated up in her heart, and she opened her mouth to read

When is the bright moon?Ask the wine to clear up the sky.I don't know the palace in the sky, what year is this eve.I want to go home with the wind.I'm afraid that Qionglou Yuyu, the heights are too cold, dancing to find out the shadows, it seems to be in the world.

Transfer to Zhuge, low Qihu, no sleep. There should be no hatred. People have sorrows and sorrows, and moons have yin and qing. Nung, moon and new moon.

Feng Qianyu clapped her hands and said with a smile: "Good words! I don't know which poet wrote this?"

Long Fuyue made a grimace and said with a smile, "I wrote it."