The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

"No." Mo Yong raised the things in his hands to prove his innocence.

Wu Yu and Mo Yong froze for a moment at the same time, looked at Huang Fulian at the side, the same thought in their hearts was

Could it be that Wang himself cooks?

impossible!

Not to mention that Wang's hands are inconvenient, it is impossible to move his hands, even if Wang's hands are good, he will not... er, cook. [

Last time Wang volunteered to make medicine for Miss Jiang, but he almost burned the kitchen down...

Therefore, it should not be the king.

It is impossible for him to cook the dishes on that table.

If it wasn't the king, who would it be?

The three of them stood there fixedly, completely forgetting to react.

Until Jiang Nanyan brought out the last bowl of soup from the kitchen.

"Are you done?" Jiang Nanyan put the soup on the table, turned around and asked.

"Ms. Jiang? You, do you know how to cook?" Mo Yong and Wu Yu shouted in unison.

Although Jiang Nanyan grew up in the frontier, Jiang Feiying only had such a daughter, so she was naturally well-loved, and it was impossible for her to get a little bit of love.

Moreover, in their impression, Jiang Nanyan has never been in the kitchen, why...

Huang Fulian was also dumbfounded, looking at her with a strange expression.

"Yan'er, you made these?" After a long while, he came back to his senses, put down the things in his hand, and walked to Jiangnan Yan.

"Yes, although it may not be as good as what Qian Gang made, but it can be swallowed so-so." Jiang Nanyan clapped her hands a little helplessly and said.