Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 52

"Yes, my lord."

Mo Xiaowan smiled brightly. She liked stealing something from the kitchen the most. Feeling that the rain was coming, she slipped away faster than a rabbit.

"Uncle Lu, Uncle Lu, what delicious food did you cook today?"

Mo Xiaowan had a great chat with Uncle Lu yesterday, and when it came to cooking, it seemed like a big and small meeting. She rushed into the kitchen yelling, grabbed a chicken leg and gnawed on it.

Uncle Lu turned around and said with a straight face, "Little bowl, that's the prince's meal."

"I'll try it first to see if it's a bit greasy!"

Mo Xiaowan gave Uncle Lu a bright smile: "Uncle Lu, why are you so serious?"

"Little bowl, I will personally deliver meals to the study in the future."

Uncle Lu had a bitter face: "You stay away from the back kitchen in the future, I have three acres of land, and I can't afford you, a great god."

"Uncle Lu, what's the matter with you? It's agreed, let's study iced dishes together today."

Mo Xiaowan was so cute, he smirked: "Did you get the ice?"

Uncle Lu simply stopped cooking, and put his hands on his hips holding a spatula: "Xiaowan, can you go? The back kitchen is an important part of the palace, and you always rely on me. If there is something wrong with the prince's meal, you can take care of it." rise?"

play for real?
What's going on here?
Didn't you say yesterday that you'd like to have a New Year's Eve?
Why did Uncle Lu look at her like an enemy after one night.

Mo Xiaowan wanted to be friends with Qing Dai, but Qing Cang was punished; she wanted to be friends with Uncle Lu, but he turned his face overnight, causing her little heart to be hurt.

This kind of feeling of being hurt by friendship is very bad, Mo Xiaowan held up the chicken leg in frustration, and walked out of the small courtyard sullenly.

He ran into Xiu Zhu who greeted her head-on, ignored her, stepped on a small stone, gnawed on the chicken leg and walked forward with his head buried.

Xiu Zhu held her back: "Xiao Wan, what's wrong with you?"

"Let go!"

Mo Xiaowan was sullen: "I'm a disaster star, and everyone who gets close to me is unlucky. I had a good chat with Uncle Lu yesterday, but I don't want to give me another good face today."

"You'd better let me go, so as not to hurt you."

"Silly, what are you doing for this?"

Xiuzhu smiled warmly: "It's not Uncle Lu's fault, he's in a bad mood, the prince said his cooking was unpalatable, so he let Feng Yi spread the word early in the morning, and fined him a month's worth of money."

Ah!
Say he doesn't cook well?
Ba Ye Wang is properly spreading hatred for her.

No wonder Uncle Lu is hostile to him?

"Xiuzhu, I'll go back to the study first."

Mo Xiaowan also threw the chicken leg in his hand, and kicked open the door of the study with an angry look on his face: "Xuanyuanchen, what do you mean?"

"what happened?"

Xuanyuanchen saw her angry look, and knew that she had hit a wall with Uncle Lu, he was amused in his heart, but his tone was flat.

"Why do you want to destroy the friendship I finally established with Uncle Lu?"

When Mo Xiaowan thought about what happened to Qingcang yesterday, he felt very wronged: "Are you trying to isolate me? Make me a street rat, everyone shouting and beating me?"

"That's right!"

Xuanyuan Chen smiled evilly, snorted softly, and looked at her playfully: "Not stupid!"

Fortunately, she thought yesterday that as long as she pulls out the thorns on her body and works by his side, in fact he is not that bad.

So from the beginning to the end, he has been calculating himself?

snort!
Mo Xiaowan sat at the low table angrily, poured half a pot of tea, and looked at him through gritted teeth.

Dead bastard, you wait, there is a time for you to cry.

(End of this chapter)