Uncle's First Favorite Concubine

Chapter 841 You Drink Porridge, I Eat Meat

Nangonghan showed no expression, but still bowed his head in Liufeng: "Princess."

It's really Princess Han, it's over, he was caught talking badly behind people's backs.

But remember what she said.

"Hey, that's not right, it's fine to swear, why do you still take advantage of me?" He is the son of Yasha, and she is the hag, so doesn't that mean that he is the son of Nangong Han and Tang Wan.

Xiao Liu ignored him, but glanced at Nangong Han: "Do you feel better?"

"Yeah." Thinking of something, Nangong Han continued: "If I don't eat the food you cook, I will get better faster."

But she said that if she wants to follow him to cook, how dare he eat it? It's terrible.

Xiao Liu was surprised: "Are you sure? You won't eat it from now on?"

Nangong Han nodded: "Well, you are the princess, and I will leave this kind of thing to the servants. Don't do it, I will feel bad."

Zhao Yu quickly moved the stool back, patted the goosebumps on his body, and checked the floor to see if there was a layer of it.

Xiao Liu nodded when he heard the words, "Well, I know that Uncle Huang loves me."

Smile: "Come here, is the meal prepared for the prince ready?"

A servant came up with a tray, a pot of porridge and a plate of pickles.

Zhao Yu's eyes widened: "You just give this to King Han?"

Nangong Han also looked at Xiao Liu.

"I asked the imperial doctor. The emperor's uncle was vomiting and diarrhea. At this time, the spleen and stomach are weak. We can only eat millet porridge to nourish the stomach. It is not suitable to make a big tonic." He said and looked at Liufeng.

Liu Feng hurriedly testified: "The imperial doctor really said so."

But I didn't say it's so shabby to eat, a plate of pickles, probably all the servants eat better than this.

"Come on, this is Mr. Zhao, right? The housekeeper has already told me, don't be too polite. Although our family is poor, we can afford a bowl of porridge." Xiao Liu first served a bowl for Nangong Han, and then another. Give the bowl to Zhao Yu.

"Pfft..." Nangong Han spat out, Liu Feng was making the quilt for him, and was sprayed all over his face.

Zhao Yu held the bowl and didn't know how to react.

The palace is poor?
King Han is poor?
The eldest lady of Zhen Guogong's mansion, Princess Tang Wan is poor?
Are there still rich people?

Is there any reason?
"Eat quickly, nothing else, porridge is enough." Xiao Liu generously patted Zhao Yu's shoulder.

I almost slapped him on the ground, and it felt like my bones were about to shatter.

"Sister-in-law doesn't eat?" Zhao Yu felt that he still had to ask.

Xiao Liu suddenly realized: "Oh, that's right, come here, bring the food."

Zhao Yu was wondering, didn't he mean to eat plain porridge, why is there still food.

Immediately afterwards, I saw the servants coming in with food, and then came in with a stove.

Xiaoliu gulps, eating the barbecue that the maid baked for her. There are meat and vegetables, and the mouth is full of oil.

While eating, he greeted Zhao Yu and Nangong Han: "Eat quickly, you are welcome, the porridge is enough."

Here is a pot of porridge and a dish of pickled vegetables that are appalling to look at, while there is a full banquet of Manchurians over there. Compared with it, how can people eat it.

"Sister-in-law, didn't you say that the family is poor and has nothing to eat?" Why do you eat so well and we eat so poorly.

Xiao Liu took the stick and slowly rolled the strings: "Yes, I am in charge of the palace now, and the prince is sick and doesn't go out to earn money, so he is poor."

"But it's not like I don't have any money for a meal." What a fool.

Xiao Liu sighed solemnly: "You don't understand, all I eat is my dowry, all the palace is mine, and the prince doesn't make money, so I can give him a bite to eat."

(End of this chapter)