Empress Shen Gongjiao

Chapter 840 A Good Wife And Mother Should Be Like Me

Jun Moying looked at her with an unfriendly expression, "If I don't come back, why don't you just skip the step of asking them to deliver the food, and eat alone in the imperial dining room?"

Seeing that the emperor's expression was not very good, Qingyu quickly pointed to the dishes on the table, "Your Majesty, isn't your empress..."

"Qing Yu!" Feng Qian glared at her, not allowing her to continue.

But Jun Moying had already looked in the direction of Qingyu's finger.

When he saw the dishes on the table, that expression... Feng Qian felt deeply hurt.

Although it's not particularly good-looking, he doesn't have to be so disgusted, right?

Her skills can barely be considered as a housewife in modern times, okay?

"Who did it?"

Jun Moying cast a deep glance at the imperial cooks standing in a row over there. He has been too kind to these servants recently, hasn't he?She actually gave her such a mess!

The imperial cooks wanted to cry, but they knew that it was rejected by the emperor, but it was precisely because of this rejection that they couldn't just say that it was made by the imperial concubine.Why did these two great Buddhas go to the imperial dining room to make fun of them?

All of a sudden, all eyes for help fell on Feng Qian.

Feng Qian shook slightly, and tugged at Jun Moying's sleeve robe, "Well, in fact, don't look at these dishes, they don't look very good-looking, they still don't last long enough to eat, try it if you don't believe me!" Hand over the used chopsticks.

"You don't have to speak up for them!" Jun Moying was determined to find them.

Feng Qian wished she could bury her head in the ground, as angry as this man is now, she would be ashamed!
Everyone could see that she was rejected!
"I did it……"

A voice as thin as a mosquito came out of her mouth, and Jun Moying squinted her eyes, thinking for a moment that she had heard it wrong.

There was a period of silence in the imperial dining room.

The atmosphere is stagnant...

After a long time, Jun Moying suddenly took the chopsticks in her hand, took a shrimp ball and sent it to her mouth.

When he did this, Feng Qian's expression was distorted, for fear of seeing more disgust on his face.

But fortunately, until his Adam's apple rolled and swallowed the shrimp balls, he just said, "Well, although it's a bit ugly, it tastes good."

"Send these dishes and dinner to Fengyang Palace." After speaking, he went to hold Fengqian's hand, "Let's go, go back."

Feng Qian breathed a sigh of relief.

Everyone in the imperial dining room looked at their backs, and the corners of their mouths twitched: Your Majesty, will your attitude change a little too quickly?
Feng Qian was dragged all the way by Jun Moying, and finally couldn't help asking, "Do you really think the taste is good?"

"Otherwise, do you want me to say that it tastes bad in front of them?"

Feng Qian, "..." Is that really bad? !
Jun Moying stopped suddenly and looked at her with a frown, "Why did you think of doing these things?" He held her little hand distressedly, "In such a cold day, you are not afraid of freezing yourself to death."

"No way." Feng Qian's nose was red like a rabbit, "The fire in the imperial dining room is hotter than anywhere else, and it's warm inside!"

Jun Moying couldn't help being amused by her, "Just tell them what you want to eat, and do it yourself?"

Probably because he was afraid that she would freeze, he hugged her small body into his arms and walked quickly towards Fengyang Palace.

Feng Qianhan smiled twice: "I want to make it for you to eat. People say that a good wife and mother should be like me, who can go to the hall and go to the kitchen."

(End of this chapter)