Murong Yanran pursed her lips, looking quite disdainful.
That’s it?
Still keeping it a secret?
From the presentation to the shape, it's so ugly, it can't be compared with what the imperial chefs in the palace make.
It's really a simple meal.
Your Majesty comes to your house for dinner, and you treat Him with dishes like this?
It is totally unbecoming of Your Majesty!
The master was humiliated and the minister suffered a loss. Murong Yanran felt extremely humiliated.
The more he thought about it, the more disgusted he became. So he started to persuade him, "Your Majesty, why don't you go to Taoxianglou for dinner?"
However.
Yan Jiaoran turned a deaf ear to it.
Pick up a piece of pork belly with chopsticks.
The taste is fat but not greasy, the soup is full and you can’t stop eating it.
tasty!
Fragrant but not greasy.
Extremely delicious.
Very satisfying.
It’s totally comparable to hot pot!
Today was not a wasted trip!
but……
What kind of meat is this?
Yan Jiaoran boasted that she had tasted all kinds of delicacies from mountains and seas, but she couldn't taste any of them.
Never mind, it’s not important, eating is important.
Thinking of this, he immediately picked up the chopsticks and started eating with relish.
While eating, he smacked his lips and let out a few happy moans from his nose from time to time.
She has none of the demeanor of an emperor and none of the image of an empress.
Look how the emperor enjoys eating.
Murong Yanran's stomach kept rumbling, so she had to swallow a few more times.
Just fill your stomach.
After a while.
Murong Yanran suddenly had an idea and coughed a few times, reminding him: "Ahem..."
"Your Majesty, eat slowly and don't choke."
Yan Jiaoran woke up as if from a dream, came to her senses, and said:
"Yanran, don't just stand there, sit down and try it."
Then he moved his gaze to Qin Yuan and saw that this bastard was eager to try and seemed to be very hungry.
He immediately turned his head away, pretending that he saw nothing, and continued to eat his meal.
After getting permission, Murong Yanran stuck out her tongue at Qin Yuan, grinning from ear to ear, and quickly sat down and picked up a piece of meat with her chopsticks.
Hmm...
fragrant!
tasty!
Are dishes cooked in the imperial kitchen also called dishes?
It looks good but is useless, a silver-plated gun tip!
Murong Yanran was instantly conquered by this pig-killing dish.
Now only Qin Yuan was left watching.
Two bastards!
Just wait, one day I’m going to pin you down and teach you a lesson!
You should be fed slop!
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