My emperor loves thin waist

Chapter 61

Looking at the small and exquisite sweet-scented osmanthus cake, Zhao Hongyou praised it without hesitation, "It looks good, and it smells okay, but I don't know how it tastes. Let me taste it carefully!" He said, At the same time, he picked up a piece of silver chopsticks and put it into his mouth, biting lightly, the sweetness with the unique fragrance of osmanthus slowly penetrated from his throat into his heart and lungs, making the smile on his face grow stronger.

"That's right, I finally found a good point about my concubine." With a smile, he glanced sideways at Su Qinwan who was looking at him expectantly, as if genuine and fake.

Su Qinwan first smiled with infinite joy, but when she heard this, the smile on her face froze, her fingers kept twisting the silk handkerchief, with a tangled look of wanting to protest but not daring, only using her bright pair of bright eyes His almond eyes looked at him from time to time.

Zhao Hongyou acted as if he hadn't seen it, he took another piece with a smile, chewed it in small mouthfuls, swallowed it and was about to take another piece, but someone grabbed his cuff, and the chopsticks had to turn in the same direction according to the force.

He looked down at the little white hand that was pulling his cuff, shook his head helplessly and said, "Just tell me a few words, so I won't let me eat it?"

Su Qinwan stared at him angrily, and retorted loudly, "How can concubines be so stingy, the emperor looks down on people!"

Zhao Hongyou laughed, put the chopsticks in his hand on the table, and looked at her amusedly, "Then why is my concubine?"

"In the past few years, on the concubine's birthday, the concubine's mother would personally order a bowl of longevity noodles for the concubine. Although it is said that today is really the emperor's birthday, there are so many celebration banquets in the front and rear palaces, and the emperor can't even think about it." I’m free to come to my concubine’s place, so my concubine made her own decision, one day in advance...” She moved her body a little uneasy, and secretly looked at the silent Zhao Hongyou, seeing the smile on his face gradually congealed, for a moment I can't figure out his mind.

In fact, this is also her selfishness. Tomorrow's Longevity Day, there are too many people inside and outside the palace celebrating him.She, Su Qinwan, did not have her natal family looking for rare treasures for her; nor did she have extraordinary handicrafts to make ingenious things. It is not easy to show herself in the Longevity Festival gift, so she can only think about it.

Since she intends to hold the emperor's thigh tightly, she has no choice but to start from the subtleties, imprinting marks on his heart little by little, showing herself from the Sangong Sixth Courtyard, so that the emperor will think of her whenever he thinks of her. First of all, it is not only her obedience, but also her caring that is reflected.

Even chess pieces can be divided into rare and ordinary, isn't it?
Zhao Hongyou stared at her deeply, his eyes filled with various thoughts, and after a long time, he stroked her greasy face and said in a hoarse voice, "...Okay, I, wait, wait for my concubine's longevity noodles!"

Su Qinwan burst into a bright smile in an instant, took him by the hand and sat him down on the chair, "Then the emperor is waiting, the concubine will be ready soon!"

After speaking, he blessed him and went out the door with his skirt in hand.

Zhao Hongyou kept staring at the place where her figure disappeared, as if a warm current emerged from his heart, and then slowly flowed throughout his body.

He has not eaten longevity noodles for many years. Since his mother passed away, every birthday is no different from ordinary days for him.

He sighed lowly, staring blankly at the sweet-scented osmanthus cake on the table, thinking of such a charming and charming little girl busy for him in the small kitchen, his heart was filled with mixed feelings.Sour, sweet, bitter, and all kinds of indescribable tastes rushed to my heart.

There are many women in the palace who want to curry favor with him, but no one has ever made soup for him.

(End of this chapter)