After she finished speaking, Bei Mingchen's face turned the color of liver, and he stared at her fiercely.

Fu Xi pursed her lips and looked at Bei Mingchen for two seconds. She was afraid that Bei Mingchen would be really mad at her, so she patted his chest and said softly, "What do you want to eat?"

Bei Mingchen blurted out, "I want to eat the food you cook." After that, he stared at Fu Xi intently, with expectation in his eyes.

Fu Xi hesitated for a moment, but quickly reacted and said with certainty, "Are you sure you want to eat the food I cook?"

[I don't even dare to eat the food I cook.]

[I'm lucky to get the evaluation from my mother. If you want to eat salt, then eat salt. Why put vegetables in it? Look at how pitiful those vegetables are. They are all dehydrated.]

Bei Mingchen's heart skipped a beat. Fu Xi had a home in the original world? Then would she find a way to go back?

Thinking of this, the violent temper in her body rose again, but he quickly suppressed it. No, he couldn't scare her anymore. He could find her if she was gone, but where could he find her if she was gone?

Foxi watched Bei Mingchen's aura change again and again, and didn't understand what was going on?

Bei Mingchen's gentle voice came: "As long as it's you who does it, I like it."

Foxi smiled charmingly, her cheeks slightly sunken, she took back her hand, stood up and walked out.

"Then wait a moment."

Bei Mingchen saw Foxi's smile and was slightly distracted until the voice came, followed by the sound of the door closing. He came to his senses, turned his head and looked over, his eyebrows full of tenderness, and the whole person smiled silently. Foxi's body

exuded joy, with a faint smile on her face that she didn't even know about, and she ran straight to the kitchen.

As soon as she entered the kitchen, she saw the steward coming up to her and leaning forward to say respectfully: "I have seen the princess."

Foxi nodded: "Don't worry about me, go and do your work, I will cook for Bei Mingchen."

The steward immediately knelt down and kowtowed to beg for mercy: "Reporting to the princess, the kitchen prepared the meal today, but the prince said he didn't want to eat."

Foxi knew that the steward was wrong, and just as she was about to speak, a white light flashed in front of her eyes, and when she reacted, the white light had already fallen.

Looking carefully, it turned out that the chef was throwing away the flying cakes.

Good guy, she almost thought the dough had become a spirit.

The steward didn't hear the sound for a long time. He looked up, then followed Fo Xi's line of sight and asked carefully: "Does the princess want to eat flying cakes?"

Fo Xi nodded and retracted her gaze. She really wanted to taste the taste of this almost spirit-like dough.

"I want the one he made now."

"Yes..."

Fo Xi walked into the kitchen, looked around, and wondered what to make for Bei Mingchen.

The steward came over and said respectfully: "Princess, do you need me to do anything?"

Fo Xi shook her head and looked over: "What is better for the patient to eat?"

"Easily digestible."

Fo Xi nodded and waved her hand to signal the steward to go ahead.

Easily digestible?

Why did she think of stomach-strengthening and digestion-promoting tablets.

She shook her head and saw the noodles in front of her. She smiled and asked him to show off his skills. She rolled up her sleeves and started to work. From a distance, she looked like a capable person.

After kneading the noodles, Foxi turned her head and looked.

"Handsome guy, lend me your rolling pin."

"Yes." The man heard it. Although he didn't understand what handsome guy meant, he understood the sentence behind it.

Foxi took the rolling pin and put it aside. She pressed the dough a few times with her hands, then picked up the kitchen knife and cut it into small pieces, and then picked up the rolling pin and rolled it twice.

She picked it up and looked at it, then pulled it up left and right with her hands, trying to make the dough look thinner. When she was satisfied, she continued to roll out the next one. After rolling all the dough, she grabbed it with her hands and piled the dough together.

The steward was surprised when he saw Foxi's behavior, and sighed in his heart, is the princess going to make dumplings?

Foxi put water in a pot, and after the water boiled, she grabbed the dough and threw it into the pot. She picked up chopsticks and stirred it a few times, then covered the pot.

Then she picked up a large bowl to cut the scallions and add seasonings. She felt that the dough should be ready, so she walked over and opened the pot.

Her eyes widened for a moment and she took a breath.

There was a layer of thick white dough floating in the pot, just like the transformed fish tofu.

Did it expand when exposed to heat?

Foxi looked at the people around him awkwardly. They quickly retracted their shocked gazes, turned around, looked up, and lowered their heads, cooperating inexplicably.

Foxi coughed lightly and said, "I made this for Tiezhu. He likes this kind of rice more."

Everyone was silent.

Foxi quickly covered the pot and touched his nose. How would this end? How would he prepare dinner for Bei Mingchen?

Just when he was about to carry the rice prepared by the chefs over, he suddenly saw a small pumpkin placed in the corner, and a gleam of joy flashed in his eyes.

He walked over, picked up the pumpkin and started cutting it. After cutting it into small pieces, he put it into the pot, poured water in, covered the pot, and sat quietly for half an hour.

He stood up, opened the lid of the pot, carefully added salt, and then stirred it. Looking at the pot of golden and particularly thin pumpkin porridge, Foxi felt like vomiting.

He thought of something and sprinkled some flour into it. Bubbles were bubbling in the pot.

Foxi picked up the spoon and stirred it for a few times. He picked up a bowl and poured the pumpkin porridge into the bowl. He shook his wrist twice before shaking the pumpkin porridge off the spoon.

The chefs took a sneaky look and suddenly felt that they were very full and didn't want to eat at night.

Without blushing or beating her heart, Fo Xi took a small spoon and put it in the basin, picked it up and ran out of the kitchen.

The chefs looked at the pot with the golden stuff in it, and no one walked over for a while.

Fo Xi ran into Chen Xi Courtyard, pushed open the door, and said with a grin: "Prince, get up and eat."

Hearing the voice, Bei Ming Chen opened his eyes and looked over. Seeing Fo Xi holding a basin, his eyebrows twitched unconsciously. As Fo Xi got closer, he seemed to smell a strange smell.

Fo Xi put the basin on the table, stretched out her hand to pull Bei Ming Chen up, let him lean against the bed, and then picked up the basin of pumpkin porridge.

After seeing what was in the basin, Bei Mingchen looked at Foxi in shock, swallowed, and spoke with difficulty: "You've been gone for so long, and this is all you made?"

Foxi nodded: "Well, Prince, don't look at it because it doesn't look good, it's actually delicious, and the nutritional value of pumpkin is very high."

Bei Mingchen pursed his lips unconsciously. Forgive his poor eyesight, he really couldn't see where it was delicious. This thing looked like a lump of...

Foxi didn't notice it, picked up the soup spoon in the basin, scooped a spoonful, and handed it to Bei Mingchen.

"Prince, let me feed you."

Bei Mingchen looked at the golden species so close, and tried hard not to spit it out. He turned his head to look at Foxi, looked at her expectant expression, and opened his mouth.

"Have you tried it?"

Foxi shook her head: "This is made for the prince, I can't eat it." As she spoke, she moved the spoon closer to Bei Mingchen's lips.

"Prince, eat it quickly, it will turn into a lump if it gets cold."