"This porridge is a little cold, I'm going to heat it up!" Putting the buns on the table, Lan Nuo smiled and picked up the porridge on the table and walked out.
In the past few days, He Lanji had barely eaten. He saw it in his eyes and felt pain in his heart, but he was just helpless.
Now, with the little princess as his company, the prince will definitely eat as much as possible!
"Then, eat some of your favorite meat buns?!" He pinched a bun and brought it to the mouth of the little man in his arms. He Lanji's expression was as simple as coaxing a child.
"Have you washed your hands?!" Chu Tianjiao had already relaxed at this time and teased him. She immediately got out of him and took another bun to her mouth.
Smiling and shaking his head, He Lanji naturally put the bun back on the plate. He had not had much appetite in the past few years.
From the corner of his eye, he saw that he had not eaten the bun. Chu Tianjiao opened his mouth and took a small bite of the bun in his hand, then frowned, "Did you buy it from Zhang Ji's bun shop? Why is it so salty?!"
He Lanji doubtfully took the bun she sent and took a bite, "How could it be? The one I just made was obviously very good!"
Catching the cunning look in her eyes, he suddenly realized that this little girl just wanted him to eat something. His heart warmed, and he naturally stuffed the bun in his hand into his mouth.
It's strange that he, who couldn't even swallow anything but wine these days, swallowed a bun without any difficulty.
After walking to the kitchen and putting the porridge in the pot to heat up, Lannuo quietly returned to the front yard. Through the door, he saw two people eating steamed buns, talking and laughing. The old housekeeper smiled with relief, and then returned to the kitchen with peace of mind.
"Eh?!" Seeing the pot lid placed aside, Lan Nuo frowned in confusion.
Just now, he clearly remembered to put the lid on the pot, did he remember it wrong?!
"Sure enough, people are no longer useful when they get old!" Without thinking much, Lan Nuo carefully held the bowl of porridge and walked hurriedly to the front yard. His prince and princess were still waiting, and he didn't want them to let them go.
Waited too long.
Outside the kitchen, behind the swill vat, a masked man in black carefully poked half of his head out and glanced over the steaming pot, with a sinister smile in his eyes.
He ducked and wanted to walk to the front yard, but he finally stopped and turned around. The two people had disappeared.