The fruit tea was delicious in color and appetizing just by looking at it. Fengque lowered his head and took a sip. The light sourness revealed the sweetness of the fruit, and the aroma filled his throat and filled his heart.
It tasted better than expected, and Fengque couldn't help but take another sip.
"It tastes good!" Fengque was like a kitten that had stolen something. He narrowed his big eyes and drank several sips greedily.
After finishing the cup quickly, Fengque handed the glass cup to Fu Yunchen with unfinished thoughts, licking his lips with bright eyes and said: "Brother Yun, I want more."
Fu Yunchen responded with a gentle smile, "Yeah."
Immediately ask the waiter to serve another drink.
Xiao Gong quietly gave Feng Que a tug, telling her to be more reserved.
Fengque was shocked and his face turned red.
Just as the fruit tea came again, I hurriedly picked it up and used the fruit tea to hide the shyness on my face...
King Jin kept watching calmly. The more he watched, the more satisfied he became. He knew that his idea would most likely come true.
"Ahem~ There is a special dish here. I wonder if Yun Chen has tried it before?"
"What kind of food?" Fu Yunchen looked at King Shang, his eyes became indifferent, completely different from the gentle and doting look he had when looking at Fengque.
The king of wine called the waiter, "Let's have a pot of your famous dish, Snowflake Flying Fish."
The waiter smiled and said: "Your guest ordered it at the right time. The snow fish was just delivered this morning. This dish has been out of service for half a year."
The so-called snowflake flying fish refers to the chef of the inn, who grabs the snow-white snowfish in one hand and uses a sharp kitchen knife in the other to slice the fish into transparent thin slices.
The fish fillets flew into the air in an arc into the purple gold pot on the dining table.
The bottom of the pot is a fire-attributed spiritual stone, which is activated by the chef's spiritual power. It immediately emits a scorching temperature, making the soup in the purple gold pot boil and fragrant. Surrounding the purple gold pot, there are a lot of lettuce, each
A variety of meat.
The chef turned out to be a spiritual practitioner. Except for the King of Shang, everyone looked at him in surprise.
After the chef finished peeling the fish fillets, he put away the paring knife and said politely: "Dear guests, the meat of the snowfish will not become tender after being cooked for a long time, so please use it slowly."
"Hard work." Wang Zang nodded to the chef.
Although he is a chef, because of his spiritual status, he is not an ordinary chef.
The other party also responded with a salute, and seemed to know King Qiang, "Your Highness, please use it with caution."
Fu Yunchen picked up a colander and filled a few slices of snow-white, almost transparent fish fillets into the Fengque bowl. "Try it and see if it tastes good."
"Thank you, Brother Yun." Fengque picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of meat shyly, and took a bite. It was so delicious that it seemed to slide down his throat without swallowing.
"It's so delicious!" Fengque liked this dish very much.
Fu Yunchen also took a slotted spoonful of fish fillet, put it in the bowl, took a bite... nodded slightly, "It's okay."
King Jin looked at the two of them and suddenly felt that he was a little redundant.
Then he stood up from his seat and said, "I'll go to the kitchen to see if there's anything else delicious. You guys can eat slowly."
After saying this, he took the people away.
Fu Yunchen didn't pay attention, he had always ignored King Shang.
Fengque was a little at a loss and felt that she should follow her father, but his father didn't call her, so she could still eat.
Just when she was struggling, Fu Yunchen put other meat and vegetables into his bowl, "You are growing taller, so you need to eat more."
He treated her completely like Huan Huan.
He didn't know why, but when he faced Feng Que, he wanted to take care of her.
After all, Fengque could not resist the temptation of delicious food, so she picked up her chopsticks and started eating.
Fu Yunchen also took care of Fengque and was eating well.
When they were almost done eating, King Shang came back and ate a few chopsticks, mainly chatting with Fu Yunchen.
When he learned that Fu Yunchen was going to the Imperial City Mansion and was looking for someone, he took care of himself.
"If I can't find someone, no one else can find him. I don't know who Yun Chen is looking for, so I'll ask someone to cast the net."
Fu Yunchen thought for a while and then told King Shang, "I'm looking for a woman named Mu Run."
"Mu Run? Who is she from Yun Chen?" King Zang's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that this child already has a sweetheart? Then his daughter...
Fu Yunchen said: "She is my friend's wife."
"My friend's wife?" King Jin felt relieved again, "I wonder what kind of friend she is?"
"A fateful acquaintance." A life passed indeed!
King Jin nodded, "Okay, I will do my best on this matter. Then let's go all the way to the Imperial City Mansion? Maybe there will be news when we get there."
Fu Yunchen turned to look at Fengque, who had a hopeful look on his face, nodded and said, "Okay, please, Your Highness, Prince Zhang."
"No trouble, no trouble." King Jin glanced at his attendant.
The other party immediately bowed, went to the inn counter, and settled the bill. He even paid for Fu Yunchen's stay at the inn.
Fu Yunchen asked Lu Ziyao to give the money to King Jian's entourage, as he did not owe such a favor. Then he rode on horseback and followed King Jian's motorcade towards the Imperial City.
On the way, Fengque changed into the clothes of a young man, rode a smaller horse, and walked with Fu Yunchen.
King Zhang did not stop him. Although as a daughter of the royal family, she should stay in the carriage and abide by etiquette, but this could shorten the distance between the two children.
"Brother Yun, what does Mu Run you are looking for look like? Is it easier to find her if she has a portrait?"
"Yes, but she may not look like that now." Fu Yunchen took out a scroll about half a foot wide from his sleeve.
When you open the scroll, you will find Mu Run's lifelike portrait inside. It's like he is living on paper.
He drew this two days ago and framed it for easy carrying.
Fengque looked at the woman in the painting and was slightly startled.
Fu Yunchen noticed her reaction, "But have you seen it before?"
Fengque replied truthfully: "It looks familiar, but I can't tell where I've seen it before."
Fu Yunchen instantly became nervous, "Don't be in a hurry, just think about it slowly."
Fengque solemnly said, "I will think about it carefully."
Fu Yunchen gave her the portrait, "If you look at it more, you might be able to think more clearly."
When it was almost dusk, the motorcade stopped at Pinglin Town, which was only a hundred miles away from the Imperial City.
The king of Chang was a prince with a fiefdom. To enter the imperial city, he needed to submit a memorial to the imperial palace, and he could only enter the city after the emperor approved it.
King Zhang had already submitted the memorial in advance, but the approved memorial had not come back yet, so he could only wait in Pinglin Town.
Fu Yunchen didn't rush into the city because of Fengque's unexpected clue. Besides, he also had King Zhang and the Yun family to help him find someone.
At night, Fengque went to bed with Mu Run's portrait. Xiao Gong, who was waiting for her at the side, also took a look at the portrait and asked, "Miss, have you really seen her? Why don't you have any impression of me?"
Fengque replied: "Yes, I have seen it, but I can't remember where it is."