The regent is above, and my mother is happy again!

Chapter 117? Does your father have any hobbies?

Chapter 117 Does Your Father Have Any Hobbies?
"Fairy, fairy!" Rong Han called Gu Qingxue while shaking her arm.

Only then did Gu Qingxue come back to her senses, she looked at Rong Han with a gentle smile and asked, "Xiao Han, what's wrong?"

She originally wanted to call him Rong Han's son, but he refused anyway, so he continued to call him Xiao Han affectionately.

"I'm asking what you want for dinner. I'll let the cook make it for you." Rong Han said sweetly with a smile.

After getting along for a day, Rong Han liked Gu Qingxue even more, and the last trace of restraint towards her disappeared.

"I can eat anything... Xiaohan, let me ask you, does your father have any hobbies?" Gu Qingxue asked.

Rong Han tilted his little head: "No, my father is always very busy, and I don't have time to do any hobbies."

"Is there anything he likes? For example, what does he like to eat when he eats?" Gu Qingxue asked.

After thinking about it carefully, Rong Han announced the names of a few dishes, and asked curiously: "Fairy, are you going to make dinner? Daibao told me before, Fairy, you will cook so delicious."

"Then I'll cook something delicious for you today, okay?" Gu Qingxue was worrying that there was no legitimate reason to have dinner, and Rong Han's words hit her heart.

It is said that to grasp a man's heart, one must first grasp a man's stomach.She has always been very confident in her cooking skills, maybe if she cooks a few more dishes that Rong Zhan likes to eat, this man will agree to let her stay overnight in the palace!

The crisis on Xiaohan's body has not been resolved, she must guard him until the assassin arrives, in case of accidents.

Rong Han was completely unaware of Gu Qingxue's true inner thoughts, and nodded with a smile: "Fairy, let me take you to the kitchen!"

Gu Qingxue readily agreed, took Rong Han's chubby little hand, and walked towards the kitchen together.

After arriving at the kitchen, Rong Han explained the reason for her visit. After the chefs of the Prince Regent's Mansion confirmed that she didn't need anyone's help, they left the kitchen together and handed the place over to her.

Seeing all kinds of kitchen utensils in the kitchen, as well as all kinds of fresh meat, vegetables and fruits, Gu Qingxue couldn't help sighing.

As expected of the Prince Regent's Mansion, there are still so many fruits and vegetables in this cold winter months.

Listening to the names of the few dishes that Rong Han just said, Gu Qingxue can easily guess that Rong Zhan's taste is light, and there are so many fruits and vegetables here, which also allows her to have more room to play.

"Xiaohan, you move the small bench and sit on the side and wait for me, so that no oil will jump on you." Gu Qingxue warned with a smile.

Rong Han obediently moved the small bench and sat down not far away, then raised her small face and looked at Gu Qingxue expectantly.

Gu Qingxue looked at the ingredients and decided to make five dishes and one soup.

However, she had just selected the ingredients, and before she started making, she heard footsteps gradually approaching.

Immediately stopping her hands and looking towards the door, she watched Qu Lianyu walk in with two maids.

"I thought Miss had gone back, but I don't think she's still there." Qu Lianyu covered her nose and mouth with a handkerchief, and asked deliberately, "Biqing, do you smell any strange smell in the kitchen?"

Bi Qing comprehended, and immediately said with a smile: "Miss Qifeng, the slaves have also smelled it, it's the sour smell of poor people."

Qu Lianyu stared at Gu Qingxue and said with a smile: "Miss, I don't know what kind of relationship you have with the lord, but I want to remind you that the lord is not something someone like you can imagine, you'd better recognize the reality earlier! "

(End of this chapter)

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