Lu Qiqi transmigrated into a chaotic world of famine. With no parents and carrying a little sister in tow, she had to face immense hardship.
On the road during her escape, while others drank ...
Nineteen is a time when he's growing, and as the saying goes, a half-grown boy can eat his father out of house and home. Presumably, he could easily finish most of this pot of venison by himself.
Lu Qiqi carried a large pot of venison out of the tent and saw nineteen low tables and small stools set up, each holding a chopstick in one hand, looking ready to go.
She placed the casserole on the low table, lifted the lid, and the aroma that wafted out attracted the attention of the guards standing in the commander's tent, who unconsciously swallowed their saliva.
Just then, she heard the sound of footsteps on the grass behind her, and she stood up straight and looked back.
Through the torch brazier not far away, Lu Qiqi could see the faces of the two people clearly.
He then greeted them with a smile, "Song Yanqing, An Yi, come and try my cooking."
The four sat down. An Yi and Shi Jiu exchanged a glance, feeling extremely uncomfortable. They had received the young master's order and dared not disobey. They could only grit their teeth and sit at the same table with their master.
Despite the host's enthusiastic invitation, I didn't dare eat too much.
Faced with delicious food, they were like Pigsy eating ginseng fruit, unable to taste anything at all.
The most frustrated one was the nineteenth. He should have asked the village chief to give him a bowl so he could enjoy it slowly back in his tent.
At the end of the dinner, Song Yanqing stared straight at Lu Qiqi in front of his two subordinates and said, "My birthday is on the second day of the Lunar New Year."
Lu Qiqi, "???"
It took her a while to realize that Song Yanqing had celebrated her birthday before, and now it was her turn to celebrate Song Yanqing's birthday next time.
Reciprocity is the proper way for friends to interact.
"Oh, oh," Lu Qiqi said with a smile, "Don't worry, I'll definitely prepare a nice gift for you."
Song Yanqing subtly curled the corners of her lips, while Shijiu couldn't help but think of the pile of pills.
For a moment, I didn't know whether I should remind the prince or not to have too high expectations!