The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

To be honest, they thought Jiang Nanyan would burn all the rice, but they didn't expect that the rice was steamed quite fragrant.

This made Mo Yong and Wu Yu look forward to the dishes made by Jiang Nanyan.

However, they had just raised the chopsticks in their hands, and before they had time to stretch them out, Huang Fulian swept over with another sharp look, which made them tremble all over, as if they were struck by lightning, they retracted their hands, buried their heads again, and picked cabbage , I no longer dare to covet the dishes on the plate, and the lasagna tears secretly in my heart

Huh...there are so many dishes on the table, and you Wang can't finish them all by yourself, why do you want to monopolize them...

Even if Miss Jiang did it, don't be so stingy! [

Mo Yong and Wu Yu wept silently in their hearts.

After being glared at twice by Huangfu Lian, Mo Yong and Wu Yu knew that even if they sat at the dinner table for another 100 years, it was impossible for them to eat the dishes cooked by Miss Jiang.

So, enduring the pain of not having any food, he quickly finished the rice in the bowl, barely filling his stomach, and then quickly slipped to another room with his things on the grounds that there were still things to do.

"You..." Jiang Nanyan still wanted to speak, but Mo Yong and the others had already entered the room and closed the door!

There was no other way, so Jiang Nanyan had no choice but to turn her head and ask Huang Fulian, "What's wrong with them? Don't they like the food I made?"