Jiang Ying was helpless to be affected and glanced at Yan Zhuo unhappily, "Your Majesty, don't pay attention to him. Maybe he just woke up after lying in bed for three months and his mind is not working well."
"Puchi", the emperor couldn't help laughing.
He looked between the two of them again and again with great interest, thinking to himself, it turns out that Jiang is the only one in this world who can help him correct Yan Zhuo.
After the two of them officially get married, I'm afraid there will be more excitement to watch.
After some fun, they finally started eating.
Yan Zhuo didn't order those meat dishes in vain. He didn't care whether it was Concubine Qiao or not. He picked up the meat firmly and quickly. From time to time, he also fed Jiang Ying some chicken legs, chicken wings, shrimps, etc. Concubine Qiao was shocked by this but didn't dare to show it.
The emperor was always restrained when eating. No matter whether he liked the dishes on the table or whether they were delicious, he would only eat the same amount at each meal. No matter how much he liked a dish, he would not take a third chopstick.
Seeing this, he couldn't help but tease Yan Zhuo, "Brother Zhuo, I see that you don't look sick, but rather like you haven't eaten for eight hundred years, right?"
It looks so shabby.
The dignified Prince Nan Zhao, how can he eat like this? If he were to go on a diplomatic mission to another country, wouldn't he be laughed to death?
Yan Zhuo didn't take it seriously, "Brother Emperor, I used to eat too much vegetarian food, which was not good for my physical and mental health. Now that I've woken up from lying down for a while, I realize how precious meat is to humans.
From now on, I will cherish delicious food and eat a balanced diet three times a day."
Although he was eating, the elegance and refinement he had developed over a long period of time made Yan Zhuo's movements not at all rude. On the contrary, they were inexplicably charming.
That’s right, Jiang Ying always felt that what he said didn’t just mean eating?
After a while, seeing that Yan Zhuo had eaten at least a bowl of meat, Jiang Ying decisively stopped him from using his chopsticks, "Are you trying to kill yourself? Before, when you were in bed, you mostly drank liquid food and ate minced meat. Now, take your time when you eat."
Yan Zhuo glanced at her sideways, his eyes moving, "Okay, take your time."
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