The tyrant's sweet pet petite bag

Chapter 389 "Who made this bowl of noodles?"

Shuangxi asked Fuzhen not to make too much noise. Not far from the study, through an open window, one could see the young man sitting in front of the desk, sitting upright, with a warm candle quietly set aside. , shining the handsome profile of the young man on the wall, deep and charming, focused and deep.

Chonghan's body can always give out a touch of charm that is not found in peers.

Shuangxi dared to let her affectionate eyes fall on him only when Chonghan didn't notice.

When Double Happiness gave Chong Hansong supper before, Chong Han would finish eating.

Although at that time in Chonghan's heart, Shuangxi was just an ordinary court lady, Chonghan would eat all of it without leaving a mouthful.

At that time, Shuangxi would also bury her feelings in her heart.

If it wasn't for Concubine Hui's order to beat Chonghan's ten big boards, she would have buried her thoughts in her heart forever and ever.

The bowl of noodles that Fu Zhen brought in was still in its original position, and Chong Han didn't even look at the bowl of noodles.

His appetite...

Shuangxi turned to Fuzhen and said, "I'm going to cook now, just wait for me, it will be ready soon."

Fu Zhen nodded hurriedly, she suspected that the taste of the noodles was not right, that's why Chong Han didn't eat them.

There is a kitchen in every palace, Shuangxi gathered up the clothes on her body, started adding firewood to make a fire, poured water and kneaded noodles.

After the water boiled, Shuangxi cut the noodles into thin strips, put them into boiling water, picked up the sticky parts with chopsticks, put in seasonings, two green vegetables, and a poached egg one by one.

Put the thin noodles into a bowl, arrange the vegetables, and cut the poached egg in the middle. It is a soft-boiled egg just cooked to half-cooked, with golden egg liquid flowing on the surface...

Start the pot again, add a spoonful of pure white lard, then add a handful of chopped green onions, sprinkle a few white sesame seeds on top, and finally drizzle with melted lard.

With the sound of "Zizizi" hot oil, the tempting fragrance also hits the face.

"The noodles are ready."

Fuzhen seemed to see a savior, and hurriedly took it with both hands: "That's great, Double Happiness, the second prince will definitely eat now!"

When Fuzhen was holding her face and was about to send it away, Shuangxi warned, "Don't say I did it."

Shuangxi did not leave, but hid in the dark, watching Fuzhen standing at the door of the study with newly made noodles, and went in after getting permission from Chonghan.

Fu Zhen put the noodles on the table, "Second prince, the previous noodles were cold, and this servant made another bowl, you can eat it while it's hot."

Chong Han's eyes kept on the book in his hand, without even raising his eyelids, he said lightly: "Go down."

Fu Zhen felt that she was bound to fail again.

He came out of the study dejectedly.

Hearing the sound of Chonghan putting down the book, Fuzhen pricked up her ears!

The second prince is finally willing to have supper?

The aroma of the newly delivered noodles finally aroused the taste buds in Zhong Yan's memory.

Thin noodles, sliced ​​poached eggs, two green vegetables, chopped scallions and sesame seeds topped with lard...

Chonghan stared intently at the bowl of noodles, and slowly put down the book in his hand...

Shuangxi was so nervous that she clenched her hands.

"Fu Zhen."

In the severe cold, he stood up from his chair and called out through the window.

Fu Zhen immediately trotted in all the way: "What's wrong, Second Prince?"

Chong Han pointed at the noodles on the table: "Who made this bowl of noodles?"

(End of this chapter)