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Chapter 156 Lord Mozun, don't be picky! (32)
Zhiyu glanced at her without any emotion, and said coldly: "You also step back."

He has always disliked being served by others when eating.

Shen Qingting was stunned for a moment, and then water dripped from her eyes. She lowered her head and cried, "Ting'er knows that the lord doesn't like Ting'er, but can the lord taste this sweet and sour pork ribs first and comment on it? So Tinger didn't waste her thoughts in vain."

Seeing her pear blossoms with rain, Zhiyu seemed a little shaken.

"You have put a lot of thought into this sweet and sour pork ribs?" After all, she is a girl, and she seems to have put a lot of thought into her own appearance, and then she put on a cold face, which is a bit too heartless.

Thinking about it, Zhiyu reached out and picked up a piece of ribs with chopsticks, and took a look.

Judging from the color of the soup, it is no different from the sweet and sour pork ribs of the little girl, which is very appetizing.

Seeing that Zhiyu's attitude towards her had changed, Shen Qingting couldn't help but secretly rejoiced, but on the face she cried even more fiercely, standing there precariously, as if she was about to faint from crying.

"Ting'er knows that this sweet and sour pork ribs is of great significance to the prince, but Ting'er is not as talented as sister Tu, so she spent a lot of time researching how to make it." She choked with sobs.

Research?

The little girl hid behind the curtain, looking at Shen Qingting's pretentious appearance, inexplicably felt a little funny.

The sweet and sour pork ribs were prepared by myself today, and then Shen Qingting cooked them.

When did you spend your time studying how to do it?

Zhiyu took a bite, closed his eyes and savored carefully. His taste buds are much more sensitive than ordinary people, and he tasted a subtle difference.

"It's too late." He looked at the tearful Shen Qingting, obviously looking business-like, frowned, and discerned the aftertaste in his mouth: "It seems that there is an extra taste."

But I can't taste anything.

Shen Qingting naturally knew what that smell was.

Spring (river crab) medicine.

This medicine is different from the colorless and odorless Mongolian sweat medicine, and has a special taste.Ordinary people can't taste it, only people with extremely sensitive taste can taste such a faint taste.

Zhiyu had never been given this kind of drug before, so she didn't raise her vigilance, but felt that the taste was a bit weird.

Shen Qingting wiped away her tears, and said forward: "Ting'er knows that this dish is still somewhat different from sister Tu's. Your lord, try this chicken marrow bamboo shoot, this is Ting'er's best dish."

She picked up a piece of chicken leg with chopsticks and put it in the bowl, and leaned on Zhiyu's arm while talking, trying to stimulate the effect of the medicine in his body faster.

Zhiyu ignored her, but felt suddenly very hot and her mouth was dry.

"The ribs have been eaten by the king, you can retire."

He sat back, avoiding Shen Qingting's body contact, with an indifferent expression on his face.

When Shen Qingting saw his reddened ears and the unconcealable hotness on his face, she knew that the medicine had taken effect.

She knew that Zhiyu only loved sweet and sour pork ribs, so she put the most medicine on them.

She took off her outer shirt calmly, revealing her fair and delicate skin.

"My lord, actually Ting'er fell in love with you at first sight... Ting'er is willing to do anything for you!" Shen Qingting was talking coquettishly, while reaching out to untie Zhiyu's belt.

Facing the bright temptation in front of her eyes, Zhiyu glanced at the sweet and sour pork ribs she had just eaten, and suddenly understood something.

"You...you dare to drug this king!"

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