Dress as a princess to be a group pet

Chapter 703 Make Breakfast 3
Xuemo ran out quickly, saw Xiaoxiao leaning against the tree trunk with a pale face, and hurriedly asked, "Xiang'er, what's wrong with you?"

Xiaoxiao raised her head slowly, with a smile from the corner of her mouth, and said weakly, "It's just Renchen's reaction."

Xuemo walked up to her, helped her into his arms, stared at her pale face without a trace of blood, and said with heartache, "Xiang'er, why don't I help you go back and have a rest first, since you can't eat For other things, let me make mashed potatoes for you right away, okay?"

Seeing Xuemo's worried face, Xiaoxiao stretched out her hand to hold his hand, and said softly, "It's okay, I'll be fine in a while, help me in and sit down."

Xuemo obeyed, quickly helped her back to the bedroom and sat down, and after ordering the maid to take good care of him, Xuemo hurried to the imperial dining room.

About an hour later, a maid brought the mashed potatoes that Xiaoxiao wanted to eat, Xiaoxiao saw that Xuemo didn't come in, so she asked the little maid where Xuemo had gone.

The little maid smiled at first, and then her eyes overflowed with envy, "If you go back to the princess, the king has gone to take a bath, but you didn't see it, the king made this thing for you, the whole body is dirty. Well, originally the imperial chef wanted to help, but the king said that no one is allowed to help him. He wants to make this thing for you from the beginning to the end. The king is really kind to the princess. Princess Yunxi, tell her about this, even she is very envious."

After listening to the maid's words, Xiaoxiao didn't know how touched she was, and at the same time, she was a little proud. Yun Xi knew about this, and she didn't know how angry she would be.

After receiving the breakfast made by Xuemo herself, Xiaoxiao smiled brilliantly, and ate every mouthful, her heart was full of happiness and sweetness.

When Xuemo came, Xiaoxiao had already finished the mashed potatoes he made by himself. Xuemo looked at the empty bowl with a slight smile on his face.

"Xiang'er, is it delicious?"

He who had just finished bathing was wearing a crescent white robe, on which were embroidered a few dancing butterflies with silver thread, his long pale golden hair was fluttering in the wind, and his whole body exuded a poetic and picturesque aura. temperament.

(End of this chapter)