Prince's Comprehensive Pursuit

Just as he expected, Ling Jingyuan heard the sentence, "if you don't sincerely invite the Lord to join us, why do you have to speak again and again?" Then directly happy to open the mouth, since she has been sincerely invited to stay.

Thinking of this, Ling Jingyuan sat down on the chair that people had prepared for a long time, leaving an obvious posture.

He took the opportunity to wink at the inkstone, and then deliberately called out: "inkstone, you can light it for me. I really don't know how to make it more prosperous."

The inkstone peeped at the prince of his family. Seeing that he did not refute the curved words, he was relieved and came over to help him, "OK..."

Inkstone to help ignition brush oil, bending will be cured meat, and some eggplant pepper and so on one by one on the iron frame, start the first batch of barbecue.

Knowing that the threat has been lifted, Qiu LAN comes to help at the first time. The fourth maid is busy taking care of Qiu LAN and fighting. In this way, the food was not cooked, but the yard was full of excitement.

Ling Jingyuan is sitting far away, and the girl brings him tea. Compared with the bustle in front of the barbecue stand, he is obviously cold and quiet here.

As soon as he put the cup aside, he simply followed him.

On the shelf, a long eggplant was cut in half, and some unknown seasonings were sprinkled in the middle. Ling Jingyuan's eyebrows were knotted.

"What about this?" he asked in a low voice

Bend is happy to turn over his dried incense, was suddenly asked, the head also did not return to tell: "no more seasoning, as long as the good temperature, don't burn it."

It seems that he tightened his hands and looked at the iron sword.

After he said it, he didn't hear the sound around him. He thought that he didn't understand, so he was ready to turn around and speak well.

On her side, she saw a pair of long, bony hands. Although the palms were full of calluses, they didn't look like rough hands. She looked up and saw Ling Jingyuan's tangled face.

With a lump in the corner and some sweat, he swallowed his saliva at the first time and said, "this is about a few minutes to eat. Why don't you go and have a cup of tea and wait for a while?"

"A few minutes? How long was that Ling Jingyuan felt that the expression of this sentence was a little strange. He didn't know how long a few minutes were.

But listening to the curved ears, he was a little impatient, so he pointed to the chicken legs and pig's feet that the ink stone was baking. "I'm vegetarian here, so you'd better wait for the ink stone to eat."

Ling Jingyuan glanced at the inkstone's hand, and then looked at eggplant. He stood still in silence.

"I want to eat what you roast," he likes as long as it's cooked by her, whether it's meat or vegetable.

is plainly a very simple sentence. But when he heard it, he could not see him.

The four maids, who were still around the bend, exchanged their eyes and moved away from the curve in a consistent manner, leaving more space and position for the prince.

Bent only to roast eggplant, so did not find anything wrong, but Ling Jingyuan is to see, mouth up, mood is very good.

The crooked eggplant was roasted and sent to Ling Jingyuan at the first time. With the saliva of inkstone, he put the dark legs and pig feet in front of him, as well as the finished products baked by other servants.

Among the many foods, Ling Jingyuan's whole mind is only on the curved eggplant.