Has the princess petted her husband today?

Chapter 389

When Duyou heard this, he was very upset, and when Xiaoer came over with a teapot of hot wine, he greeted him enthusiastically, "Business is good, your wonton must taste good, right?"

Xiao Er was stunned when he saw several strange men, and then realized that his manner of speaking did not look like a man from Tianyuan Kingdom. After putting down the wine, he also smiled with a bit of surprise: "No wonder this young master wants to After ordering three bowls of wontons, there is another guest."

She sized up Duyou a few times, and said hesitantly, "Young Master, you're not from Tianyuan Kingdom, right?"

Duyou raised her handsome sword eyebrows, naturally showing an unruly attitude, "Oh? How did you see that?"

"Hey, I've met a lot of people when I'm doing this welcoming job. You can't be from the local area just by hearing your accent! Besides, the local young masters don't speak and act as freely as you do."

I don't know if this is a compliment or secretly burying him.

Duyou's thick skin is considered a compliment.

Xiaoer said a few words, and the wonton over there came out of the pot, and the boss yelled.

"Hey—here we come!"

She went there in a hurry, and came back with a large tray, on which were four bowls of wontons, steaming hot, and the aroma wafted over in an instant.

Xiaoer arranged the wontons, took a few small wine glasses, and said with a smile: "Four, the dishes are all ready, please use it slowly, if you have any orders, just call!"

"it is good."

Yuan Liyue nodded, Xiaoer then went on to do other things.

Before the wontons were served, everyone was still in the mood to talk, but the food came first, and no one had the spirit anymore.

On a slightly cool autumn night, come to such a steaming bowl of wontons. The soup is delicious, the wonton skin is thin and the filling is big. One bite, the filling and soup are perfectly blended, dancing on the tip of the tongue, it is simply irresistible.

There is nothing better than a glass of wine.

For a while, only sporadic voices and one after another could be heard at the stall.

Satisfied with wine and food, everyone was a little lazy, sitting there to digest food, Yuan Liyue didn't know if he was drunk, and his eyes fell on one place without focusing.

Luo Liufeng glanced at her little red face, chuckled lightly, then Yuan Liyue was at a loss when she heard the movement, slowly turned her head to look at him, blinked, as if asking what's the matter?
Seeing this, Duyou and Zhihui looked at each other, and Duyou said softly, "Did you drink too much?"

Luo Liufeng nodded, "Probably still a little sleepy."

After saying that, he got up and hugged Yuan Liyue, and asked gently like coaxing a child: "Shall we go home and sleep?"

Yuan Liyue rolled out a short syllable from her throat: "Ugh——"

This is agreed?

Luo Liufeng hugged her and strode towards the carriage.

Zhihui took out the money and gave it to Xiaoer, and followed, while Duyou took a leisurely walk behind.

Tsk tsk tsk, the feeling is really good.

When she arrived at the princess mansion, Yuan Liyue had already fallen asleep in Luo Liufeng's arms.

He gently carried him down and went straight to the bedroom.

Zhihui and Duyou followed behind, and when they walked to a secluded place, Duyou suddenly asked: "What are you going to do with the evidence? Kill relatives righteously?"

"Oh, dear? You know what's going on, but you insist on saying such meaningless words?"

Luo Liufeng's voice was very low, but he did not hide the sarcasm inside.

Duyou shrugged: "I'm just asking, I thought you would be more or less concerned about the Prime Minister's Mansion."

(End of this chapter)