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92 estimated to be poisoned

After the incense car drove, Feng Lin fell asleep at night. I don't know whether it was because he was too tired or because the dragon sandalwood around the tip of his nose made people sleepy.

In the haze, she seemed to hear a deep voice - "Come on, go back and pick up Tang Muxin..."

◆◇◆◇-"The Emperor's Badge Queen"-◇◆◇◆

When Feng Lin woke up at night, he was already in his dormitory.

The lights in the room are bright, and the light brown cloud-edge curtains have been lowered, blocking the scene outside the window.

Feng Linwan had just sat up, and when his eyes touched a figure sitting with legs crossed on the sofa, his bright eyes suddenly widened, as if in disbelief. How could he be here?!

Some pictures appeared in his mind like a movie, and Feng Linwan's brows gradually furrowed.

I thought he was just joking, but was he serious? Even so, why did he stay in her room?

"There are still three hours before the 'Top Ten Tournament' will be held." A low and tired voice echoed in the room, causing Feng Linwan to come back to his senses instantly.

The top ten games are held at eight o'clock, there are still three hours left, so it is five o'clock now? So she slept for a long time, so he has been on the sofa the whole time?

There was some confusion in his bright eyes for a moment. Before Feng Linwan had time to question him, he said quietly: "It's still early, you must be hungry too..."

Feng Linwan naturally heard what he meant. He wanted her to cook something for him?

Feng Linwan curled her lips slightly and looked at him helplessly, "You don't have to have any expectations of me, I can't cook..."

The Emperor, who had always been wearing a pair of magic glasses and looking down at a piece of magic stone, suddenly raised his head when he heard this, reached out to take off his glasses, and stared at her in surprise.

After a long while, he slowly opened his lips and said, "You don't know how to cook?" His voice was low and hoarse, but it was not difficult to hear the obvious disbelief.

Feng Linwan nodded very honestly, his eyes looking innocent.

She really doesn't know how!

It seems like she was born with no talent for cooking. Ever since she officially entered the kitchen, she hasn't done anything well——

She obviously cuts vegetables like everyone else, even cutting tofu can cut her hands; she clearly remembers the cooking process, how much oil and salt to put in, etc., but the dishes she makes are always either tasteless or too salty...

It might be a coincidence once or twice, but if it happens again and again, Feng Linwan is sure: she is not suitable for working in the kitchen!

But she has no relatives, and the money for her studies was saved by people who passed away. She can't use it, so she can only take part-time jobs to get money for food. She can only rely on the unpalatable meals every time.

Survive.

Although I’ve done it, but I can’t eat it, it shouldn’t count as bad, right?

Especially if he, an aloof emperor, could get her food that even a pig wouldn't eat?

The emperor took Feng Linwan's helpless look into his eyes, a smile overflowed from his rose-like lips, and his eyes were also filled with helplessness, "But I don't know how...then what should I do? Do you want to go to the battlefield on an empty stomach?"

?”

"..." Feng Lin was embarrassed. She really didn't know what to say. She would definitely not go to the battlefield on an empty stomach. But the question was, if she cooked the meal, would he watch it or eat it?

For an emperor like him who eats delicacies from the mountains and seas every day, he wouldn't be poisoned and die after eating her food, right? Then she would be guilty of a big crime.

"Uh...Emperor, since you have come to the academy, you should have prepared a place to live, right?" Feng Linwan asked with a smile.
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