The way the flower girl looked at Prince Cunnan now changed, he was extremely pleasing to the eye. People are customers, and customers are God. In short, His Highness, the God of Prince Cunnan, is very rare to her.

But no matter how pleasing it is, kimchi cannot be changed when eaten with rice. The strange thing is that Prince Cunnan said it was delicious and ate it with gusto.

Damn, I eat too much good food. I eat some radish and pickles occasionally. Of course they are crispy and delicious. If I want him to eat these things every day, shouldn’t he call me daddy?

But having said that, she taught people how to make the kimchi, and it contains rock sugar. It does taste different from the way it is made here.

After His Highness the Prince left, Flower Girl officially announced to the people in the courtyard: Dinner is ready!

The meal that night was quite sumptuous! Their lady said: I met a big customer today and added some extra dishes to make a full meal, so that I can work hard tomorrow.

Playgirl finally tasted the sweetness of meeting a rich man, and in this way, she can actually bring business to the Prime Minister's Mansion. The more Playgirl thought about it, the more excited she became, and she woke up laughing in the middle of the night, basically not counting the kiss during the day.

The kiss was carelessly forgotten.

However, when she woke up, she didn't wake up with a smile. It was her primitive WeChat carrier pigeon knocking on the window that woke her up.

The small candle in the room was always lit. With the light, she quickly put on some clothes and got up and opened the window, letting the little pigeons fly in and land on her shoulders. She happily took out a plate of hemp seeds and peanuts and put them on the table.

Go up and comfort the hard-working little carrier pigeon, and then untie the note from the pigeon's foot.

The words on the note are so beautiful: Is there anything new to say today?

There are so many playgirls! A lot of things happened today, where do I start? Well, let’s talk about them one by one. The first thing she wrote is this: Today I went to find a young man to get a letter...

Speaking of this matter, she remembered, didn't Mr. Fu let her read the letter? Reading other people's letters privately is an immoral thing. But she didn't do it privately, the person concerned asked her to read it.

She quickly took out the letter from the bag and browsed it quickly. The more she read, the stranger it became. After thinking for a long time, she, the fourth sister, had known Mr. Fu's younger brother for a long time.

In the six letters, Mr. Fu's younger brother was mentioned in a large space. Why? There was no obvious affection in the letters, but more like a friend. Just like the chat between the playgirl and the lady across the wall, they were just talking about the little things in life.

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Playgirl was puzzled and wrote: Alas... I seem to have wrongly blamed that young man...

The same thing happened to her fourth sister, who was weird and mysterious and acted mysteriously, causing her to mistakenly think that Mr. Fu had deceived the young girl's heart and she didn't want to take responsibility.

They are obviously not interested in this nonsense: nothing else new?

Uh... Yes, there is... The problem is, how unspeakable. Does that count as her first kiss in this life? Does it count? Doesn't it count? Does it count? Doesn't it count? She almost wanted to turn that pigeon into a featherless pigeon

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She lay on the table, dipped a quill pen in ink, and wrote on the brown paper: I seem to have fallen in love today. The more I want to crawl out, the harder I can get out. Alas, as long as I think of him having two wives,

I just can't get over that hurdle in my heart.

This time the note was sent over, and there was silence for a long time before asking: What are you going to do?

She was listless: cold salad.
Chapter completed!