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After hearing this, Wen Tianyu was moved and said: "There are so many servants in the palace, why do you still have to cook for yourself? You are a distinguished guest in the palace."

After hearing what he said, Su San blushed and said: "If it wasn't for the prince, how could Su San have such a happy and happy life? It is Su San's blessing to be able to cook chicken soup for the prince."

As soon as she finished speaking, she reached out to fill a small bowl of chicken soup, stirred it gently with a spoon, and suddenly a scent rose. She smelled the smell of chicken soup, with a look of satisfaction on her face, and said in her heart: "Stewing a few pots was wasted, but this one pot is just like Xiao Cui's method of asking for advice. I really need to learn cooking skills in the future."

After thinking for a moment, she held the bowl and said, "My lord, this is Su San's first stewed chicken soup. If it doesn't taste good, please don't take offense." After she finished speaking, she looked forward to it, hoping that the lord would say that she stewed it well. drink.

When Wen Tianyu heard this, he frowned, and thought in his heart: "No way, this is her first time cooking?" The singing, dancing and piano skills I have learned, how can I have the opportunity to be able to cook like an ordinary woman.

At this time, Su San saw him standing there with a stunned expression on his face, and thought in his heart: "Your Majesty, you don't think it's because you didn't do well the first time?" After finishing speaking, she softly called, "Your Majesty?"

Wen Tianyu came back to his senses after hearing the sound, took the bowl and said, "Miss Su cooks the chicken soup for me personally, I want to taste it." After speaking, he took a sip.

"Yeah, not bad, it tastes like chicken soup." Wen Tianyu nodded.

When Su San heard what he said, she didn't understand it for a while, and after a while, she realized what he meant, and immediately turned her eyes and said: "What does it mean to have the taste of chicken soup? It's that the stewed chicken tastes like chicken soup." After finishing speaking, she reached out and snatched the bowl in his hand and said coquettishly: "The prince doesn't think it tastes good, so don't force yourself."

Wen Tianyu saw that she was a little angry, and immediately said happily: "Hey, I'm just joking, it's delicious, even better than the chicken soup from Zuixianlou." Su San, who was holding the bowl, let go of his hand after hearing this: " You don't need to comfort me, my lord, I know my cooking skills." She said this, but she was very happy in her heart.

Wen Tianyu saw that she was not angry, so he lowered his head and quickly finished a bowl of chicken soup. After finishing drinking, he put the bowl on the desk, and patted his stomach with his hands. His stomach, which was a bit hungry, now felt full.

Su San took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth for him. Maybe because he was closer, a woman's body fragrance rushed towards Wen Tianyu's nose, and his heart was churning. , but he is a hot-blooded man after all, and he really couldn't hold back when the flames came together.

So he quickly interrupted Su San's movements, straightened his mind, and said: "Miss Su, it's getting late, you'd better go down to rest earlier, I'm also a little tired, and I have to leave Beijing for a while tomorrow."

In fact, Su San also felt that she had gone too far, but she didn’t know why she always unconsciously wanted to get close to him when she saw him, and always cared so much about his every movement, every smile, even when he was unhappy, she was also unhappy. She didn't know why, she had never done this because of a talented man or son.

Su San blushed, withdrew her hand, and said in doubt: "My lord, are you leaving Beijing tomorrow? Is there something important to do? I wonder when the lord is going to return?"