Chapter 1876 The Condor of Two People 8

However, he ran to the kitchen to cook a bowl of porridge for himself.

Thinking of this, she felt that she had begun to balance...

Soon, a bowl of porridge was cooked.

While she was cooking porridge, Jun Aohan kept screaming and admiring.

Ye Qingli started to feel embarrassed.

After all, she knows her own cooking skills very well.

A bowl of porridge was brought in, and Ye Qingli blew it carefully, and then placed it in front of Jun Aohan.

"I'll help you sit up."

"don't want."

"Aren't you hungry?"

"Or, you are not hungry now and don't want to eat?"

Ye Qingli swallowed.

She cooked for a long time before she cooked such a bowl. Now she is hungry...

"Of course I'm very hungry."

Jun Aohan had a pitiful expression on his face.

"But, I am a patient. I am now seriously injured and weak in all limbs. How can I eat..."

Hello, what do you want to do..."

Ye Qingli said vigilantly.

"Of course I want my Qingli to feed me with my own hands."

Jun Aohan had a smile on his face.

"Anyway, you have cooked all the porridge. It's not a problem to feed it again, okay?"

He had a coquettish expression on his face.

Seeing Ye Qingli's heart suddenly felt soft.

The dignified ghost king is majestic and impressed by thousands of people. When will he show such an expression in front of others?

"Okay, then I'll feed you once."

She found a spoon, then put the porridge between the two of them, took the spoon and delivered it to Jun Aohan's arms.

The first bite was fed in.

"Um……"

Jun Aohan closed his eyes and savored them carefully.

"Is it delicious?"

Ye Qingli said nervously.

"Well, I've never had such a good delicacy."

Jun Aohan kept nodding.

"This is much better than the imperial chefs in my house. I really don't know what they usually learn. If I had known it, I would have asked them to learn from my Xiao Qingli."

"Okay, it's fake if it's too much."

Ye Qingli still has this self-knowledge.

"Besides, I won't feed you."

"Okay, okay, I won't speak."

Jun Aohan looked intoxicated.

Then, he came over and opened his mouth.

"Ah—"

Ye Qingli had a speechless expression on her face.

Does this guy really treat himself as a three-year-old?

"Okay, eat slowly, there are still some later."

Ye Qingli had a earnest and seductive expression on her face.

It was like coaxing a child, feeding Jun Aohan to eat porridge.

Jun Aohan, on the other hand, had an expression of enjoyment.

He didn't even raise his hands, and after taking a bite, he opened his mouth.

Then, a mouthful of porridge was automatically fed to his mouth.

Moreover, after every bite of porridge, this guy kept chewing and savoring it, with a very enjoyable expression.

Ye Qingli really couldn't stand him like this.

"Hey, you are a prince after all. Can you take into account some image?"

Look at his mouth as he eats voraciously while keeps smashing his mouth.

He doesn't look like a prince.

Just like a beggar on the roadside.

Jun Aohan didn't think anything was there at all.

He said with a smile: "Because this is the porridge made by Qingli in my house, it is a hundred times better than the porridge outside."

"I don't believe it. There are only a dozen imperial chefs in your house. Can't you make delicious porridge?"

"The porridge they make is delicious, but the porridge you make has a different taste."
Chapter completed!