Chapter 189 The Devil Is One Foot Higher

Yan Qing discovered that this person seemed to have suddenly been opened up to the Ren and Du channels. Not only did his mouth become smarter, but his brain was much brighter than before, and he could maintain calm and careful thinking at all times.

The relationship that was once in a mess has become extremely confident under her repeated indulgence.

Even if you encounter a problem by chance, you can quickly figure it out on your own.

Yan Qing couldn't help but think that this was probably the difference between a genius and a mediocre person. Wen Jin was a mediocre person emotionally before, but after enlightenment, he became a genius - this was further confirmed during lunch.

Three meals a day, the specifications have almost never changed.

Wen Jin sat at the table, looking at the dazzling array of food on the table, with a somewhat troubled expression on her face: "Your Highness."

Yan Qing glanced at him without saltiness.

"I have eaten today. Is there any reward?"

Yan Qing spoke calmly: "Didn't I let you sleep on my bed?"

Wen Jin pursed her lips and said nothing.

"What reward do you want?" Yan Qing raised his eyebrows, "How about I just give you my permission?"

Wen Jin quickly shook his head: "I don't dare."

"I think you are very brave."

Wen Jin lowered his eyes: "I know I was wrong."

"Have a meal."

"yes."

Wen Jin didn't dare to say anything more and just lowered her head to eat in silence.

Yan Qing picked up a plate of crispy chicken and placed it in front of him, "Have you ever seen some rough guys eating meat and drinking wine with such heroic demeanor? You can show me a show."

Eat meat and drink alcohol?

Wen Jin looked at the whole chicken in front of him quietly. It was golden and shiny, and the fragrance filled his nose, as if he was being invited to taste it.

However, Wen Jin watched silently for a moment, then raised his head to look at Yan Qing: "Eat all of them?"

Yan Qing nodded: "Yes."

Wen Jin was immediately embarrassed and looked at Yan Qing without hesitating to speak: "Your Highness..."

"If you can't finish eating, you can sleep on the floor tonight." Yan Qing was very talkative, "You can figure it out yourself."

Wen Jin was silent for a moment and curled his lips slightly: "His Highness used to make conditions to coax the minister to eat, but today he changed it to a threat?"

"Because there are not many chips that I can offer, so the temptation trick ends here." Yan Qing said calmly, "From today on, if you don't eat well, you will sleep on the ground."

What is this called?

If the Tao is one foot high, the devil is one foot high?

No matter how smart he is, he still can't escape from His Highness's grasp.

Wen Jin naturally didn't want to sleep on the floor, so he raised his hand and tore off a chicken leg and put it into Yan Qing's bowl. "This chicken drumstick is delicious and nutritious. I will share it with Your Highness."

Yan Qing glanced at him but didn't say anything.

Wen Jin breathed a sigh of relief, easily tore off the other leg and began to eat. Although it was not as heroic as eating meat and drinking wine, compared to the previous time when eating was like torture, it has indeed improved a lot recently.

As an adult man, and a man who practices martial arts, it is nothing to eat a bowl of rice and a chicken, plus some vegetables. However, Wen Jin does not have a big appetite, and he will definitely not be able to finish a chicken.

"I can eat more vegetarian food." Wen Jin began to discuss with her, with a gentle attitude, "If you eat too much chicken, you will get tired."

Yan Qing glanced at the half-eaten chicken and reluctantly agreed. She reached out and brought a plate of white jade tofu to him, "Finish this."

Wen Jin's expression was subtle: "Why do you have to finish one plate?"

"This plate is yours too." Yan Qing also brought the stir-fried shrimps in front of him, "Because the portion is not large, it won't be much after eating them all."

Wen Jin frowned: "What if I get fat?"

"The way you eat, you won't gain weight after ten years of eating." Yan Qing put down her chopsticks, took a sip of tea, "I'm watching you eat."

Wen Jin was still about to fight to the death, but Yan Qing handed him over with a look: "Why don't you go back to Fuyun Residence tonight and tidy up well? We will set off back to the imperial capital early tomorrow morning."