Zhuo Ye asked Qiaoling to place the tableware and sauce on the stone table in Fenglinyuan and eat directly in the yard.

Feng Linge picked up a skewer of grilled eggplant slices, picked up a piece with chopsticks, dipped it in a little sauce like Zhuo Ye, put it in his mouth gracefully, chewed it carefully twice, swallowed it, and smiled and praised.

:"The outside is burnt and soft inside, crispy and tender, and the taste is really good!"

"That's natural. My grandfather once said that my barbecue skills are not inferior to those of the chefs in the barbecue restaurant outside." Zhuo Ye realized as soon as he said it, he had said something wrong, but what he said was like splashing water.

, it cannot be taken back...

"Barbecue restaurant? Where can I find a shop for grilling this kind of food?" Sure enough, Feng Linge asked curiously when he heard this. He had never heard of where there was a restaurant selling this kind of barbecue.

"That... there is an old man who runs a very small barbecue restaurant near our village. Later, the old man is old and has no energy to take care of him, so he closed the store." Zhuo Ye's face turned red and his heart was not red.

She was dancing to lie. If she told too many lies, she would naturally be smooth. She could hardly tell whether it was true or false.

"Oh? Which village?" Feng Lince swallowed a piece of mutton in his mouth and answered coldly.

Now that I think about it, I asked her where she is from? Can you check it? Zhuo Ye complained in his heart, so let you check it out!

"Zhongguancun!" Zhuo Ye said, then grinned and added: "The village in the deep mountains and forests is very closed. Most people have never come out of the mountain in their lives, so the prince may not know." That...

She really didn't deliberately eliminate Beijing's high-tech center. She just couldn't think of another village name for a while, so she just said "Zhongguancun"...

Feng Lince raised his eyebrows, and his deep eyes were filled with an unpredictable light. He glanced at Zhuo Ye, without saying anything, and reached out to grab another skewer of roasted peppers...

Zhongguancun? Feng Linge was stunned for a moment, then his quiet eyes were filled with intoxicating smiles, and he continued to eat roasted eggplant gracefully...

"'Little Leaf', I want this sauce sauce..." "Little Bunzi" held the plate and said to Zhuo Ye.

"Okay." Zhuo Ye responded with a smile, and then said to Qiaoling: "Qiaoling, hand me the sauce jar."

Qiaoling hurriedly took the sauce jar and said, "Girl, eat it, I'll do it." As she said that, she added a spoonful of sauce to the plate of "little buns".

This sauce was also made from Zhuo Ye. When it was just finished, Qiaoling tasted it. It tasted strong, slightly spicy and very appetizing. Look at the two princes and the young prince who were very satisfied with eating it, it looked like the skewers.

It tastes good too?

Cleverly confused, the girl talks generously and has a good temperament, and can also make food that the prince has never seen before. How could she look like a countryman who has never seen the world?

Qingzhu behind Feng Linge looked at the skewers on the stone table, rolled her throat, swallowed her saliva secretly, and tried hard to reminisce about the skewers of grilled cucumbers just now...

Zhuo Ye felt secretly happy when he looked at Qingzhu's expression that tried hard to suppress his greed! Now he knows it's fragrant?! Xiaoyao, bear it!

Due to different identities, Qiaoling and Qingzhu are inconvenient to have dinner with the prince and the prince's deskmate, and Zhuo Ye has no choice. After all, people in this time and space cannot accept her idea of ​​equality for everyone. In this world, she is

An alien! Zhuo Ye sighed secretly...

"'Little Leaf', I want that meat..." "Little Bunzi" pouted his oily mouth and pointed his hand at the mutton plate far away from him.

Zhuo Ye picked up a mutton skewers, looked at the "little bun" staring at the skewers in her hand with big eyes, and asked with a smile: "Does Xuan'er know what kind of meat this is? I will give it to you if I get the answer right.

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"Lam!" "Little bun" replied crisply.

"Xuan'er is so smart! I'm right, it's mutton!" Zhuo Ye praised without hesitation and asked again: "Does Xuan'er know what sheep grew up with?"

"Little Bunzi" stared at the meat skewers in Zhuo Ye's hand and said, "Eat, eat grass."

"It's right again! Then Xuan'er should know what environment the sheep grows in so that the meat will be more plump, fresh and tender, right?" Zhuo Ye continued to lure him.

"In..." "Little bun" frowned and thought for a while, saying, "In a place with a lot of grass..." Then, he continued to stare at the mutton in Zhuo Ye's hand pitifully. By the way, if it weren't for the father beside him,
Chapter completed!