Rong Yanran boldly pulled the bridle in her hand, shouting twice with joy and a little excited: "Go!Go!"

The red horse ran happily, and Luo Ziheng and she pulled the reins together and drove the horse to a wide grassland. "Yan'er, do you want to learn riding? I'll teach you."

Yanran looked back at his earnest gaze: "Young Master, you don't have to learn what you learned today. The wound on your shoulder has not healed yet. Just teach me if it heals."

Luo Zi looked at her calmly, and his heart was filled with infinite joy. From today when she made it clear that she wanted to be under his command, he couldn't help but feel rippling. Moreover, she wanted to ride a horse so much, and the first thing she cared about was her own body. The more he thought about it, the happier he became, and there was a smile between his eyebrows. "This is what you said!"

Luo Ziheng pulled the reins in his hand, and the red horse ran briskly again, and soon arrived at the Star Saint Inn.

A waiter came to hold the horse at the door. Rong Yanran ignored Luo Ziheng's outstretched hand and jumped down directly, with a little pain in the soles of her feet.

Luo Ziheng's face quickly flashed a hint of unhappiness, and he walked into the inn side by side with her.

In the hall, Murong An and his friends sat around a round table, shaking folding fans and looking at them with a smile, as if they were waiting for them.

Sure enough, Rong Yanran got closer a little, and Murong An asked, "Miss Ran'er, we are all waiting for the very delicious dishes you said."

Rong Yanran could not have imagined that the Ninth Prince was thinking about her hot pot so much, and she suddenly felt infinite pride. She thought that if he had tasted his hot pot, he would love to eat and praise her, and he would be able to make a fortune by opening a hot pot restaurant in the future. If the situation is ideal, should he care about the Ninth Prince asking for an inscription later?

Rong Yanran imagined her bright future, and came to her senses and smiled brighter than the blooming flowers: "I've been waiting for a long time, Yanran will do it immediately."

She said to the waiter who was waiting, "Let's go, how about your chef's knife skills? Can you cut the beef as thin as paper..."

Rong Yanran had just taken steps with the waiter, and Murong An added in time: "Miss Ran'er, let Lei go with you, he can cut the meat very thin."

Rong Yanran turned around and saw Dongfang Lei following him reluctantly. She looked embarrassed and was about to refuse, but saw Murong An smiling and shaking her head, indicating that she would not refuse. She had to give Dongfang Lei an apologetic expression and continue walking towards the kitchen.

Seeing that Luo Ziheng was still standing in the position just now, she wanted to tell him to ask him to go back to the house first and then make some light side dishes for him.

Before she could speak, Luo Ziheng strode past her, without even looking at her, walked to Murong An and said politely: "Prince, I wonder if Caomin has the honor to have a meal with you?"

Murong An made a gesture of invitation: "Please. I am very honored to have dinner with Young Master Luo."

Seeing Luo Ziheng sitting down coolly, Rong Yanran shouted weakly: "Young Master..." The advice about the doctor's instructions to try to eat less greasy food as much as possible. After all, he is the boss. If his kindness is regarded as a donkey's liver and lungs, it would be worth it to be inexplicably beaten.
Chapter completed!