Diligent and frugal? Xin Moer tilted her head and looked him up and down. This morning, he was riding a sweaty BMW very rampantly on the street, and almost killed her.
The sweaty horse is a rare breed of horse, and generally low-key people will not be as flamboyant and unscrupulous as he is on the street.
The fact that he can do this shows that he is a person who likes to show off in his heart. To put it bluntly, he is no different from the second generation of modern rich people and the second generation of officials. Who has seen the second generation of officials and the second generation of rich people being diligent and thrifty when eating?
Therefore, she didn't believe half of what he said.
What she believed was that the food in Prince Xu's Mansion must be delicious and delicious, which would whet his appetite as he was used to eating delicacies from all over the world.
Liu Zhiwei knew that he was tough and stopped arguing with him, saying expressionlessly, "The prince said that today at noon, the Ninth Prince can have a meal at Prince Xu's Mansion. If he wants to taste the dishes cooked by his subordinates in the future, he can come here often.
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Feng Qingyu looked at him suspiciously, "Brother Second Emperor is so kind-hearted?"
The second emperor brother is notoriously evil, and he does it openly. But the second emperor brother, he does it without seeing the sword or the blood.
He had come to Prince Xu's Mansion many times just to have a meal at Prince Xu's Mansion, but Feng Qingcang never allowed it. The only exception was the one granted a year ago, but that was only through the light of his father.
If the emperor had not come to Prince Xu's Mansion, he knew that the second emperor brother would not let him have dinner with him.
Not only to him, but also to everyone else because he has mysophobia.
The second emperor's sudden change of attitude towards him even made him doubt the quality of today's lunch.
Xin Moer touched his chin like a young adult and thought about their conversation. Could it be that his father didn't like to share meals with others before?
Then she took his food directly last night...
It seemed that he was relatively kind to her, so Xin Moer's young heart finally had a stronger impression of Feng Qingcang.
Actually, my father is pretty good!
Liu Zhiwei glanced at him, but did not answer his words, but went into the kitchen. The dishes had been washed by the servants, and they were just waiting for him to cook.
Feng Qingyu wasn't angry either. Everyone in Prince Xu's Mansion was very weird, and he was used to it. He turned his head and said to Xin Moer, "Let's go to the lobby and wait! We can start eating in a moment!"
"Okay!" Xin Mo'er didn't want to mess around anymore. She suddenly looked forward to Chef Liu's craftsmanship, which could make people who had eaten all the delicious food eat three bowls of rice and drink five bowls of soup. The craftsmanship was evident.
The little glutton in my stomach started to make noise again.