This prince belongs to me

Chapter 962: Ling Qianying 3
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"You..." Ling Qianying was a little speechless.

It's not time for dinner yet, how anxious this guy is.

"Ying'er! I hunted a hare today, and some mountain bamboo shoots, which have been delivered to the kitchen. Tonight we will have pheasant and sour bamboo shoot soup!"

"Okay!" Upon hearing the food, Ling Qianying became interested.

Just about to rush out excitedly, Chu Tianqing pushed her into the tub again.

"Ying'er! Why are you so anxious, I'm not full yet!"

After finishing speaking, he leaned forward, and in the bathroom, a spring breeze poured down...

He doesn't care about meng lang or not, he doesn't care about prostitution in the daytime, what he wants is what he wants!
At night, Chu Tianqing was full, but Ling Qianying was so hungry that he had no energy left.

"Sister! Let's have dinner!" Bingyan walked in with a plate of wild vegetables and a pot of shredded pheasant bamboo shoot soup that can freshen teeth.

In addition, there are three bowls of white rice piled up on the table.

Under the candlelight, the rice grains are crystal clear, and it looks like the best pearl white rice.

"Let's eat!" Chu Tianqing was also very satisfied.

Ling Qianying sat down with limp legs, weak, and her face was not very good-looking.

Chu Tianqing supported her, for fear that she would fall.

When Bingyan saw it, he quickly picked up a small bowl, filled a bowl of chicken soup, got up and fed it to Ling Qianying spoonful by spoonful.

After eating a bowl of hot soup, the somewhat exhausted Ling Qianying finally recovered. She glared at Chu Tianqing before lowering her head to eat.

Although Bingyan also sat down, she always paid attention to Ling Qianying's movements.

In her heart, Ling Qianying was always her master, someone she would take care of and serve all her life.

"This soup is delicious!"

Ling Qianying drank another bowl and ate a few pieces of chicken.

Pheasant chicken is not the same as the usual meat. It is more chewy than ordinary chicken, and it is also more tender. These delicate and smooth chickens lie in a thick white soup bowl, with emerald green bamboo shoots floating on them Silk, just looking at it makes people move their index fingers.

The cook didn't know what method she used, but the chicken was tender and tender, and the whole piece was salty and very flavorful.

Before I knew it, I ate a bowl of rice with the tip on top, leaving only the bottom.

"I am full!"

Ling Qianying put down her chopsticks!
"Sister! Huan'er and Cui'er's stoves are hot water, and it's strangely cold in spring at night. Soak your feet after a tiring day!"

Bingyan laughed.

"Okay! Let's go together!!"

"Ok!"

After so many years, Bingyan is still so lively.

Now Bingyan is almost thirty, she was definitely an old girl in ancient times, but she has always insisted on not marrying, and she has no choice.

After dinner, Chu Tianqing went to the small study to read, while Ling Qianying and Bingyan soaked their feet together.

"Bingyan, haven't you refused to marry for so many years, now... why... have you changed your mind?"

Ling Qianying was most puzzled by this point. She was supposed to be an old lady, and as long as Bingyan wanted to marry, after so many years, she couldn't find anything.

But Bingyan dragged herself to this field in a daze.

But fortunately, Bingyan has always been by his side, the basic necessities of life are the same, even the grease applied to his face is the same, and he is well maintained, so he can't tell that he is almost thirty at all.

Coupled with her girl-like dress, at first glance, she is a juicy girl.

In fact, Ling Qianying thinks it's okay, after all, in the 21st century, there are a lot of 30-year-old unmarried girls!
When it comes to getting married, Bingyan blushes.

(End of this chapter)