The black-bellied prince: the little princess of the chef

Chapter 892 Final 4
Feng Jingyu's eyes were silent, he had never participated in matters related to the God of Cooking Competition, and he had only heard others mention it before, but it had nothing to do with him, he didn't worry about it,

If it wasn't for Ye Qing's participation this year, he wouldn't be bothered to waste time here.

When holding the God of Cooking Competition to vote, he will always be the one who votes against it. The reason is to waste the treasury's financial resources and the court's manpower.

"The stinky old man really has nothing to do, even these things have to be done by himself!" Chongtian rolled his eyes, and Feng Jingyu read a few words brokenly.

But choosing the imperial chef, there is no need to be so troublesome, it has to be held every three years, and each time is bigger and bigger, and this year, I will personally participate in the battle, and draw the lucky ones, isn't it a pain in the ass?
Although it was not the first time he had heard him call the emperor a 'smelly old man', the lord was still shocked, thinking that among the princes who dared to call him the emperor, except for Feng Jingyu, there would never be anyone else!
As the humerus minister in the court, he wanted to remind Feng Jingyu to pay attention to etiquette, but because of the latter's face, he was forced to hold back the words of asking him to pay attention to etiquette.

After all, Feng Jingyu dared to call the emperor a "stinky old man" in front of everyone, and that "stinky old man" happily agreed, which already showed that it was useless for them to talk too much, and the father and son liked to call it that way. What's wrong with that!
"Then who is the lucky one? Don't be foolish, tell me!"

"That's right, people who do this are panic-stricken, so hurry up and talk about it!"

That person has been standing on the stage, pretending to be mysterious and refusing to say a word, causing the crowd to choke. What I hate the most is this kind of person, who can finish speaking in a second, and has to wait for half an hour to speak. human appetite.

At the same time, Feng Jingyu also narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was a little impatient with that person's lingering.

"Don't rush to announce, who is the lucky one?" Someone watched Feng Jingyu's expression change sharply, and couldn't help reminding that person.

Just kidding, if you annoy this big Buddha, wouldn't it be like plucking the tiger's beard?
Under the double pressure, it was impossible for that person to try to show off, so he had to report the person's name neatly, "The lucky one drawn by the emperor is No. [-], Jiangcheng Yang Jun."

Some people are happy, some are sad, and some are envious and jealous. They say something about not being able to eat grapes and saying that grapes are sour, which makes Ye Junbei frown. !"

What's more, this is still drawn by the current emperor. If there is a shady scene, could it be that someone bribed the emperor?

Those who say there is a shady story are not afraid to spread it to the emperor's ears, and they will all be arrested and punished for the crime of deceiving the public!

Compared to those people's envy and jealousy, Ye Qing was a little disappointed, not because she was not the one who had a bye in the first round, but because Yang Jun couldn't compete with her in a round, and felt like losing his opponent.

When he heard Yang Jun's name, Feng Jingyu's eyebrows raised slightly. He probably didn't expect such a coincidence. When he just learned that Yang Jun would be Ye Qing's strong opponent, Yang Jun happened to be the lucky one and avoided the first blow. This is the first official confrontation with Ye Qing.

Feng Jingyu believed in coincidences, but he didn't believe in such coincidences. He wanted to know how many things were involved, which he didn't understand or didn't know!

In the dark, he felt that there was an invisible big hand manipulating the whole thing, but the ultimate goal was directed at Ye Qing.

Or in other words, that person came for Ye Qing, or rather he came for him!
Who is it? The arrangement is so meticulous that even the emperor is involved, but he has no idea.

After everyone who should speak finished speaking, the competition officially kicked off, Ye Qing's number was in the middle, so the competition time was also in the middle, she was here to play soy sauce, she really didn't have anything to do.

When the crowd dispersed, she took a special look at the direction where Feng Jingyu was sitting, but she didn't see the familiar figure, only an empty chair.

A slight flash of disappointment flashed in my heart, thinking that Feng Jingyu didn't wait for him, suddenly appeared and disappeared suddenly, it was enough!
But suddenly, a big hand appeared on his waist, Ye Qing who was startled subconsciously dodged, but failed to struggle, only heard the man say: "I guess this girl must be thinking, what about that handsome man on the high platform?" Suddenly disappeared!"

"I haven't seen you for a few days, your shameless skills have increased a lot!" When he heard him speak, she already knew who he was, and fortunately she snuggled into his arms and smiled.

Three black lines fell from Feng Jingyu's forehead, and he said speechlessly: "Qingqing, can't you praise me?"

Luckily, he changed his clothes on purpose, and changed his appearance in a simple way, but Ye Qing still saw through him, and even cleaned him up, it was extremely depressing!

"I can't, if I don't praise you, you're almost going to heaven, but you'll be rewarded?" Seeing someone looking at them, Ye Qing also struggled a little, broke free from his embrace, jumped three steps away and stood still.

"It's not as exaggerated as you said!" Feng Jingyu smiled, stretched out his hand to support her face, and said: "This Qixi Festival, let's go to celebrate it too?"

Finally, I can still think that today is the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, but Feng Jingyu has not forgotten this day, and sneaked away from her busy schedule to think about spending a holiday with her.

Ye Qing stared at him blankly, probably because he didn't expect the word 'holiday' to come out of Feng Jingyu's mouth, he was really surprised.

"What festival is celebrated? It's not a big deal. Is it necessary to do this?" Even so, these things are very pleasant to the ears, very pleasing to the ear.

"Of course it's a big deal. We managed to celebrate the Qixi Festival, how can we not have a good time?" Feng Jingyu hugged her, lowered his head and whispered in her ear, making Ye Qing's face hot of.

When did he become so good at talking, his love words were set in one set, even an old driver like her felt blush, but Feng Jingyu seemed to be fine, leaving her very speechless.

I don't know when Ye Junbei sneaked away, Ye Qing only knew that when she was leaving, she didn't see her elder brother, and when she wanted to look for it, she was told that his elder brother had already left.

Ye Junbei returned to the Xiaoxi Street house, and just stepped on the threshold when he was stopped by his daughter-in-law: "How is it, what's the result?" Ye Junbei was frightened by her rushing up to greet her. With a big jump, I had to patiently tell her what happened today.

But at this very moment, a certain couple of men and women are holding hands and walking down the street 'fairly and aboveboard', very happy.

(End of this chapter)