Emperor Sovereign's Doting Foodie

Dihua was staring at some helpless, touched Jinghua's head, comforted: "darling, go to bed quickly."

"All right." Jinghua always listens to Dihua's words. Although she wants to drag her brother to bed, she also knows that ten dragons can't pull back what her brother has decided!

When she got to the door, looking at Murong Xuan in front of her, Jinghua couldn't help but turn her head and said, "brother, my mother will invite you to play in Bahuang tomorrow. Are you going?"

At that moment, Murong Xuan and Dihua look at each other almost at the same time.

In murongxuan's eyes, Dihua saw the consternation, and at the same time, he understood his sister's good intentions.

How could his mother invite him to play?

Seeing the self mocking smile on the corner of Dihua's mouth, Murong Xuan couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart and said, "yes, these things are still handled so much every day. It's better for us to have a holiday and go out together."

Since she came back, she has been busy all the time except that she can gather the family every day for dinner.

Jinghua is active and playful, but Dihua is silent. He hardly goes anywhere except Xiangong

For a long time, are you not afraid to get sick?

"Shall we go together?" Dihua looks at Murong Xuan in disbelief.

Murong Xuan nodded solemnly and said with a smile, "aren't you my son?"

A family, including Dihua!

"When... Of course!" Emperor China listened to, quickly stood up, excited, and even a trace of ecstasy and disbelief appeared in the eye.

Murong Xuan nodded with a smile: "I'll come to you tomorrow morning. It's getting late. You can all have a rest early."

Even the immortals can't stay up day and night!

While loving Dihua, Murong Xuan is more guilty and remorseful.

After learning that murongxuan and others are going on vacation, the immortal zuns such as Lanshan are just like a jerk. They take all the things to themselves and excitedly say, "empress, you can rest assured to play. Just give us the fairyland."

"Yes, yes, it's rare to go out once. You can play for a few more days. Of course, you can play for a year."

In the face of this situation, there is an unspeakable touch in the hearts of all the immortals.

Compared with a taciturn emperor, of course, they would prefer an emotional emperor to a cold, emotionless emperor.

Eight wastes.

"Brother Dihua, don't always sit in the fairy palace. Look, this is the eight wasteland under your jurisdiction. How can you know the suffering of the people if you don't see it with your own eyes? How can we know if the people are well-off? " Jinghua is like a little chatterbox, constantly talking in Dihua's ear.

Dihua was also very fond of her sister, who was born with a talkative constitution. She fondled her little head, did not speak, and followed her all the way silently.

When a family of three came to a restaurant and saw the word "hotpot" written on it, Murong Xuan couldn't help laughing, turned around and looked at her children: "have you ever eaten hotpot?"

If she's not wrong, this restaurant has something to do with her.

"I have Jinghua immediately raised her hand happily.

Dihua, on the other hand, has never tasted anything, even some delicious fruits.

"Come on, take your brother to hot pot." With that, Murong Xuan stepped in.

She owes too much to Dihua. During this time, she has to make up for it.

I still remember when I was a child, Dihua was not so formal, but now, Dihua and himself are like a stranger, clearly... He is his mother.

After entering the restaurant, a bartender soon came up. Because it was not ready for dinner, there was no need to wait.

Murong Xuan asked for a boarding room. At first, the bartender didn't agree. He said that the boarding room was for distinguished guests. After hearing this, Murong Xuan took out a token of Murong house without saying a word. Suddenly, the bartender quickly took them up with a smile.

The whole eight wasteland is the most precious of Murong family!

Although they didn't become emperors themselves, the Murong family members were more noble than the emperors.

Soon, the shop assistant and the shopkeeper worked together for Murong Xuan and others.

Looking at the menu above, Murong Xuan couldn't help asking, "who taught you these hotpots and menus?"

People who have eaten hot pot with her are afraid that they have gone to the fairyland. How can anyone teach this in the eight wasteland?

"You don't know something about this hotpot. People from heaven and Earth Society taught us how to make this hotpot. Murong goddess is their president. She not only has strong magic power, but also can make delicious food. Besides, she can make a lot of food. This hotpot is just one of them." The shopkeeper's words are full of praise for Murong Xuan. At the same time, he also reveals the signs and characteristics of some other restaurants.

The thief is a gourmet. After seeing some delicious food created by Murong Xuan, he began to learn it in a typical way. Although the taste is not so satisfactory, after a hundred years of reform, it has been almost changed, and the taste is still to the point.

"Nearby, there are also special shops selling kebabs, and there are also special ones making western style pastries and steaks. The roast steaks and lamb chops taste very good, too. Unfortunately, they are limited to bake only 30 steaks every day. If you go late, you won't have to sell them." The shopkeeper's face regretted expression way.

He is a good businessman and has a good relationship with many distinguished guests. However, some dignitaries, who despise the roast whole sheep in line, often ask their restaurant to make a reservation with the roasted whole sheep seller. Unfortunately, the popularity is so strong that the shop owner does not accept the reservation, so that he can't help but be stunned by the roasted whole sheep owner.

Where does this have the door-to-door business not to do the truth!

"Nobody cares? It's offending a lot of noble families, isn't it? " Murong Xuan asked as she ordered.

Dihua listened quietly. When Murong Xuan asked this, he looked up at Murong Xuan with deep meaning.

My mother wants to ask if the managers nowadays are arrogant and bullying the people because of their power?

This kind of thing, in fact, exists everywhere. There are always some self righteous people who bully innocent people by virtue of their status, especially those who swallow their pride and allow the noble to bully them.

"What are you talking about? The hot pot, roast whole sheep, roast steak and so on are all the Murong family's property. Who dares to move the Murong family without fear of death?" Murong Xuan frowned curiously at the boss's words.

She and her brother, as well as grandfather are in the fairyland, which... Who is in charge of the Murong family now?

"Aren't you from the Murong family? Why don't you know that the Murong family is the master now? " The shopkeeper also frowned.

Just because Murong Xuan took out the Murong family's token, he came to receive it in person. If he were someone else, he would not come.

"Shopkeeper, I ask, you answer." Murong Xuan gives him a light glance, and his aura is released. For a moment, the shopkeeper just feels his legs are soft, and he kneels down subconsciously.

"Yes... A grandson named murongxuan." The shopkeeper gasped heavily.

Who is this woman? Even as a blue fighter, he could not help kneeling down!

"It's him. Get up." After Murong Xuan ordered the dishes and the shopkeeper left, he began to think about the management of the eight wastes.

For murongxuan, Dihua knows.

Since her mother received her great grandfather to live in fairyland, Murong family's affairs were all handed over to Murong Xuan, who was responsible for them.

The relationship between Murong Xuan and the king of Chu is also good. Two people, one is in charge of money, the other is in charge of soldiers, but they manage the eight wasteland in an orderly way, with an indescribable sense of solemnity!

In fact, he paid little attention to the eight famine issues. Unless there was a major drought or other natural disasters, he would not intervene in the eight famine issues.

"My guest, your hot pot is coming." After the waiter served Murong Xuan the hot pot, he served Murong Xuan's special dishes one by one.

Because they are all slaughtered pigs, cattle and sheep, they are fresh to eat and delicious to rinse.

After a meal of hot pot, Jinghua was crying. While wiping her tears, she was shouting delicious.

"Stupid, afraid of spicy, don't you know how to eat chicken soup pot?" Murong Xuan glances at Jinghua and wipes her tears and nose painfully.

On one side of Jinghua is shouting: "no, chicken soup pot is not delicious, or spicy pot is delicious, Jinghua is not afraid of spicy!"

With that, two lines of tears came out again, and her little face was flushed with spicy.

The emperor China looks at, unavoidable a burst of heartache.

However, with Murong Xuan in, there is no place for Dihua to play a role. In less than three or two, Murong Xuan prepared a non spicy dip sauce for Jinghua.

"Well, what kind of dip is this? After eating it, it seems that it's really not so spicy. " Jinghua asked while eating the meat.

Murong Xuan smiles and gives Jinghua a dish. At the same time, he explains to Jinghua, "there is sesame oil in it. Sesame oil can relieve the spicy flavor properly. After finishing the hot pot, my mother will buy you watermelon."

With that, Murong Xuan uses a communication token to tell Lan Shan to pick two big watermelons from the shed of fairyland.

"Brother, aren't you afraid of spicy food?" Jinghua saw that Dihua also ate spicy pot, and could not help blinking curiously.

Her nose and tears came out, but how could her brother look like a man with nothing to do?

"I like it, so I'm not afraid." Dihua smiles and purses her lips, then continues to eat.