Agni Group: Good Morning Black Boss

Wen Wan was slammed and froze there, neither advancing nor retreating, she couldn't hold back her face.

The steward came in with something, saw her standing there, and knew that he must have been ignored by the prince.

With Wen Wan around, it's hard for her to tell the prince that these meals are made by Wen Wan herself.

So, he began to persuade, "My lord, my lord has been ill these two days and is in a bad mood. No one likes to talk to me, my lord, don't mind."

"No, why would I mind." Wen Wan smiled unnaturally, dissolving some embarrassment.

"It's getting late, princess, do you want to go back to rest first? The prince is here, we are fine."

"But the prince's body..." Wen Wan looked at Dongfang Aoshi worriedly.

Dongfang Aoshi kept his eyes closed from beginning to end, without any movement.

"The imperial doctor has already come to see him. There is nothing serious about the prince's health. He will be fine after drinking a few doses of medicine." While the steward was speaking, he winked at Wen Wan and signaled her not to pester her. If you get angry with him, you will definitely not be able to eat and walk around. Everyone in the palace knows this.

How could Wen Wan not understand Dongfang Aoshi's moody temper?

Although I was very unwilling in my heart, I couldn't say anything, so I retreated obediently.

Seeing that Wen Wan had finally left, the steward let out a long breath, "My lord, my subordinates have ordered the kitchen to prepare some light meals, and my lord will just eat something."

As he spoke, he moved the small table over and set out the meals.

Dongfang Aoshi frowned, opened his eyes, and shot at the steward with sharp eyes.

How could the steward not know that Dongfang Aoshi wanted to remove the things by himself?

Smiling, filled a bowl of porridge, and handed it over, "My lord, this subordinate tricked the wangfei to make it herself, so why don't you eat some for my lord's face?"

"Wen Wan?" Dongfang Aoshi glanced at the things on the table, his voice was very hoarse.

Wen Wan appeared so coincidentally, Dongfang Aoshi thought that things were done by Wen Wan.

"Missy doesn't touch Yang Chunshui with her ten fingers, how can she cook?" The manager put the bowl and chopsticks into Dongfang Aoshi's hands, "It's the second miss, and my subordinate lied to her that there is a little nephew who likes the things she made. Second Miss is willing to cook."

"Rou'er made it?" Dongfang Aoshi clenched the bowl and chopsticks tightly, and suddenly had an appetite.

"Yes, my lord, eat more. When I made it, the wangfei asked her subordinates to try the taste, and it was very good." The steward said.

Of course Dongfang Aoshi knows that gentle cooking is very good.

In the past, when he was tired of delicacies from mountains and seas, he often pestered Wen Rou and asked her to cook.

Gentleness always has a way to make seemingly ordinary dishes very creative, which makes people's index fingers move.

However, in the past, Wenrou was willing to cook for him.

Now...but I have to take care of things and lie...

Dongfang Aoshi pulled his lower lip mockingly.

All of this is his own fault, he is sorry for Wen Rou, he did such a cruel thing, and he can't blame others.

Dongfang Aoshi took a small bite.

"How?" asked the steward.

"En." Dongfang Aoshi nodded and continued to eat.

Soon, all the food on the table was eaten up, and there was nothing left.

"If the prince likes it, I will ask the princess to prepare it at night." The steward said while tidying up, very happy that Dongfang Aoshi was willing to eat.

"She is willing?" Dongfang Aoshi's voice was hoarse.

"As long as the prince wants to eat, his subordinates will definitely find a way."

"En." Dongfang Aoshi nodded and stopped talking.