Chapter 1870: Two people's style 8

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However, he personally ran to the kitchen to cook a bowl of porridge.
When she thought of it, she felt that she was starting to balance...
Soon, a bowl of porridge is cooked.
In the process of her porridge, Jun Aohan has been screaming and screaming.
Let Ye Qingli start to be embarrassed.
After all, her own cooking is very clear to herself.
A bowl of porridge came in, and Ye Qingli blew it carefully, and then placed it in front of Jun Aohan.
"I will help you sit up."
"No."
"Are you not hungry?"
"Still, you are not hungry now, don't want to eat?"
Ye Qingli swallowed the swallow.
She cooked for a long time before she cooked such a bowl. Now, I am hungry...
"The king is of course very hungry."
Jun Aohan looked pitiful.
"But this king is a patient. The king is now seriously injured, his limbs are weak, how to eat..."
Hello, what do you want to do..."
Ye Qingli said with some vigilance.
"Of course I want my family to use green glass and feed me with my own hands."
Jun Aohan smiles.
"In any case, you have already cooked the porridge, and once again, it doesn't matter, is it good?"
He has a coquettish expression.
I saw that Ye Qingli’s heart was suddenly soft.
The ghost king of the hall, the prestige of the wind, the masses of people, when, will this expression appear in front of others?
"Okay, then I will feed you once."
She found the spoon out, and then placed the porridge in the middle of two people, took a spoon and took it, and sent it to the arms of Jun Ao cold.
The first bit was fed in.
"Ok……"
Jun Ao cold eyes closed, carefully taste.
"taste good or not?"
Ye Qingli said nervously.
"Well, I have never eaten such a delicious taste."
Jun Ao cold nodded.
"This is much better than the royal chefs in my house. I really don't know what they usually learn. I knew that I should let them take the good lessons from my family."
"Okay, it’s too much to be fake."
Ye Qingli is still self-aware.
"Again, don't feed you."
"Well, this king does not speak."
Jun Aohan is intoxicated.
Then he came over and opened his mouth.
"A-"
Ye Qingli’s face was speechless.
This guy, do you really think of yourself as a three-year-old child?
"Well, you eat slowly, there are still behind."
Ye Qingli’s face was a sly expression.
Just like licking a child, feeding the prince to eat porridge.
And Jun Ao Han is a look of enjoyment.
He didn't even lift his hands. After eating a bite, he opened his mouth.
Then, a porridge was automatically fed into his mouth.
Moreover, this guy, after every bite of porridge, kept chewing and relishing, a very enjoyable expression.
Ye Qingli really can't stand him like this.
"Hey, hello, you are also a prince. Can you take care of a little image?"
Look at his side and gorge, while he keeps licking his mouth.
It seems like a prince.
Just like a roadside cockroach.
Jun Aohan does not feel anything at all.
He smiled and said: "Because this is the porridge of my family, it is a hundred times better than the porridge outside."
"Hey, I don't believe it. There are more than a dozen chefs in your house. Can you still find delicious porridge?"
"The porridge they ate is of course delicious, but the porridge you licked is not the same."