Fangfei picked up one and weighed it in her hand, it was soft.

"Your Majesty, I'll make this kind of dish for you."

"What kind of dish is this?"

"Fangfeicai." She smiled and said, she really started to act.

A large chair covered with tiger skin, next to it was a holly tree. Luo Jia had never seen such a "romantic" kitchen. He thought, if it weren't for this little thing, others would have no level to decorate the kitchen as this.

It looks like a warm fire next to it, and the whole house is as warm as spring, allowing the wind and snow outside to rag.

The whole house has no smoky smell, because it uses a high-quality charcoal fire, and it has been carefully cleaned in advance and turned into an effective rest area. A broth rolls in the clay pot and has a strong fragrance.

Fangfei, she took some pains to do it.

She suddenly turned around and smiled: "Your Majesty, look, this kitchen is really the best and most luxurious kitchen in the world. Hahaha, if I were myself, I would definitely not have made the kitchen like this."

Luo Jia suddenly remembered that in the remote mountain village at the foot of Beiwudang Mountain, there was only a very cold earth stove outside. Someone had to burn firewood, smoke and fire, and it was often made of one end.

He was covered in dust. He was dependent on the little girl, and wanted to eat and drink. He asked her to be on duty.

How far is this?

In such a free and easy world, even the soul is not bound at all.

It turns out that the simplest thing is the least you can get for your identity.

And Fangfei, she thought of this way and made herself relax in disguise.

My heart became wet. The more I felt depressed, the more I felt so supportive. But he murmured: "Fangfei, I am monitoring you, don't be lazy."

"Hehe, you are short-speaking. Your Majesty, how dare you be picky?"

He simply stood up and walked to her.
Chapter completed!