Chapter 1856 The Style of Two People 8

However, he personally went to the kitchen to cook a bowl of porridge for himself.

Thinking of this, she felt that she was beginning to balance...

Soon, a bowl of porridge is ready.

While she was cooking porridge, Jun Aohan kept shouting in admiration.

Ye Qingli started to feel embarrassed.

After all, she knows her own cooking skills.

A bowl of porridge was brought in, Ye Qingli carefully blew it, and then placed it in front of Jun Aohan.

"I'll help you sit up."

"don't want."

"Aren't you hungry?"

"Or, are you not hungry now and don't want to eat?"

Ye Qingli swallowed her saliva.

It took her a long time to cook such a bowl. Now, she is hungry...

"Of course this king is very hungry."

Jun Aohan had a pitiful expression on his face.

"However, this king is a sick man. Now this king is seriously injured and his limbs are weak. How can I eat..."

Hey, what do you want to…”

Ye Qingli said cautiously.

"Of course I want my Qingli to feed me by hand."

Jun Aohan had a smile on his face.

"Anyway, you've already cooked the porridge, so it won't take much trouble to feed it again, okay?"

He had a coquettish expression on his face.

Seeing Ye Qingli's heart suddenly softened.

The dignified ghost king, with his majesty and majesty, is overwhelmed by all people. When will he show such an expression in front of others?

"Okay, then I'll feed you once."

She found a spoon, then placed the porridge between the two of them, took the spoon one bite at a time, and delivered it to Jun Aohan's arms.

The first bite was fed.

"Um……"

Jun Aohan closed his eyes and tasted it carefully.

"taste good or not?"

Ye Qingli said nervously.

"Well, I've never eaten something so good."

Jun Aohan kept nodding his head.

"This is much better than those royal chefs in my house. I really don't know what they usually learn. If I had known, they should have been asked to learn from my family's Xiao Qingli."

"Okay, it's fake if it's too much."

Ye Qingli still has this self-knowledge.

"Besides, I won't feed you."

"Okay, this king doesn't speak."

Jun Aohan was intoxicated.

Then, he leaned in again and opened his mouth.

"A-"

Ye Qingli had a speechless expression.

Does this guy really think of himself as a three-year-old child?

"Okay, eat slowly, there's more to come."

Ye Qingli had a sincere expression on her face.

It was like coaxing a child, feeding Jun Aohan to eat porridge.

And Jun Aohan had an expression of enjoyment on his face.

He didn't even lift his hand, and after taking a bite, he opened his mouth.

Then, a mouthful of porridge was automatically fed into his mouth.

Moreover, this guy, after every mouthful of porridge, kept chewing and reminiscing, with an expression of enjoyment.

Ye Qingli couldn't stand him like this anymore.

"Hey, you are a prince anyway, can you take care of your image?"

Look at the way he keeps smashing his mouth while gobbling down.

What a prince.

Just like a beggar on the side of the road.

Jun Aohan didn't feel anything at all.

He smiled and said, "Because this is the porridge made by my Qingli, it is a hundred times better than the porridge outside."

"Hey, I don't believe it. You have more than a dozen royal chefs in your family. Can't you make delicious porridge?"

"Of course the porridge they cook is delicious, but the porridge you cook will taste different."