Eighty-fifth bowl of soup (eight)
"Look at you, I just asked you to come out to accompany me for a stroll. From the beginning to now, you have a stinky face. Believe it or not, I don't care about you at night?"
Qing Huan's threat was very effective, because S immediately smiled at her. Although it was just a false smile that couldn't be more false with the corners of his mouth raised upwards, at least he consciously made the expression "smile", which was enough for Qing Huan. She stood on her tiptoes and touched S who was a head taller than her. She was already tall, and S was even taller with long legs. Standing in the crowd, she was particularly eye-catching.
"Don't be in a bad mood, you didn't suffer, did you?"
S is still looking at her uncomfortably, while maintaining a "smile" at the corner of his mouth. Did he not suffer? In order to have meals cooked by her for the next three days, how far has he retreated? The high priest went out to go shopping... Tell me about this kind of thing and ask who else in the holy religion can believe it? He laughed so hard, why did he give up so many unfinished books for a few meals, and walked stupidly on the street to receive countless strange eyes? !
Qing Huan tugged at his sleeve: "I heard that there is a family here that makes really good cakes, don't you want to try it?"
There are many chefs in the Holy Church, and he didn't want to try it, let alone something made by outsiders.
S' noncommittal appearance was directly taken by Qing Huan as her acquiescence, she counted the money in her skirt pocket, and dragged the reluctant S into the cake shop. For her, the cake shop exudes a sweet and attractive atmosphere, but for S, it is extremely uncomfortable. He stood inside, fidgeting, and kept urging him to hurry up and buy, so he could leave after buying.
Qing Huan's head hurts from being urged by him, and she thinks that S just looks scary, but in fact, she has the same temperament as a child, self-willed and ignorant, and she doesn't know how to be grateful to adults for what she wants. However, she bought it quickly and took him out, and saw S rubbing the center of his brows with a headache, and looking at her like an adult looking at a child: "Can you be more mature like me?"
"???" He is qualified to say this? ? Who is the person who pesters her for supper every night? Who is the one who agreed to her condition for a little food and walked out of the temple that has not been seen for hundreds of years? Does this person have the nerve to talk about her
Qing Huan endured it, but still didn't bother with the children, and took out a puff: "Do you want to eat?"
S opened his mouth, he didn't know how to use chopsticks, he was already used to being fed by Qing Huan. He bent down slightly, grabbed the puff that Qing Huan brought to his mouth, took a small bite, and the fresh and sweet cream inside remained, and he swallowed the whole puff, expressionless: "General."
Qing Huan also ate one, but she thought it was delicious, although she wasn't overwhelmed by it. "I'll make you goat's milk soup tonight."
"No red beans." The response was quick this time.
Qing Huan smiled unrespectably: "I listen to you."
She has a good attitude, which makes S feel a lot more comfortable, and he is more willing to walk slowly behind her, although he doesn't think there is anything good to do in this busy city. There are many people, the air quality is poor, and it is noisy. Children are running around, adults don't look pleasing to the eye, and there are a few mean-spirited people robbing an old woman in the alley... This world is really smoky and filthy, and it's annoying to watch.
Because of this, S's complexion is getting worse and worse. He just doesn't like this kind of place, so he will stay in the temple all the time. It's up to him to decide what it looks like there, whether it's day or night, whether it's cheerful or deserted, lonely or lively, everything. The dominance is in his hands.
I really don't know what's so good about such a place, this woman actually enjoys shopping. S glanced at Qing Huan, and then looked at the hands they were holding. He was always the only one who was afraid of him, not even Envy dared to touch him like this. This woman is good, not only dares to touch his head and pinch his face, but also dares to hold his hand, treating him as her son, this attitude... really makes people angry.
The two went to a restaurant, and heard that the fried short ribs here are particularly good, it can be said to be a must. Qing Huan saw it in the latest edition of "Continental Beauty Cookbook" in the temple. The pictures on it made people's index fingers twitch. The most important thing is that all the beef short ribs in this restaurant are fried until they are fully cooked. Except for specific needs, there will never be bloody situations when they are cut across the board.
How undemanding she is.
Fortunately, they had a seat as soon as they arrived, and it was the corner by the window on the second floor, with an excellent view. The waiter in formal attire was very polite, and Qing Huan smiled at him generously. Moving piano music is flowing in the restaurant, and young men in tuxedos and white gloves are playing beautiful and moving music on the stage in the hall on the first floor. The sound of music streamed in the restaurant, gentlemen and ladies were talking quietly, and many people were dancing on the dance floor.
The environment here seems a little better than outside—but only a little.
After waiting for a while, there was a sudden noise from downstairs, Qing Huan raised her head curiously to look at it, and S was very unhappy to see it with that curious look. "It's rude, sit down."
Qing Huan didn't listen to him, she would selectively show fear and anxiety in front of S, but most of the time she would go her own way, such as at this moment. "That man is wearing a golden robe, he looks like he has a lot of background, is he from your holy religion?"
Hearing this, S also leaned over and took a look, then sat back nonchalantly: "The royal family."
It was the first time for Qing Huan to see the royal family.
The person who came was a man wearing a golden robe. He looked about twenty-seven or eight years old. He was handsome, but his eyes were dark circles and he was walking around. It seemed that he was overindulgent. He had dark circles under his eyes when he read like S until late at night. completely different. He was followed by two teams of guards, both armed with weapons. The battle was very large. When he entered, everyone would kneel down to him, and he even grabbed a woman from the dance floor.
That woman was very beautiful, with blond hair and blue eyes and a bumpy figure. At this moment, she was caught by a man and was struggling in fear. It seemed that her husband was following her. When she saw her wife being caught, not only did she not resist, but immediately Kneeling down: "Your Highness! Greetings to Your Highness!"
The man's hand touched the woman's face bewitchingly, as if he wanted to reach out to the woman's neckline in front of everyone. Qing Huan frowned slightly, and the whole restaurant was silent. "Who is that?" she asked softly.
"The king's foolish only son, the only foolish prince in this continent."
Not only stupid as a pig, but also cruel and violent, it's a pity his brain can't support his whimsical and ridiculous ideas.
Qing Huan asked: "Is he usually like this...casual?" Seeing a beautiful woman, no matter what status she wants to grab
S is not familiar with the idiot prince, but he knows everything that happened in this country like the back of his hand: "So what, he can even defile his own sister's daughter."
Qing Huan already had a bad first impression of the idiot prince, so she was upset when she heard this. Seeing the change in her expression, S seemed to be angry, and continued: "This person has a volatile temperament and likes to torture people, especially women. Once a maid in the palace accidentally bumped into him, and he killed him." The man peeled off the maid's skin alive and put it on an old woman, calling it rejuvenation."
It's just that no matter how beautiful this beauty's skin is, an old woman with gray hair and stooped back will not have the slightest sense of beauty, on the contrary, it will be extremely terrifying. The idiot prince didn't think so, and even laughed.
That woman naturally didn't want to be favored by the prince. Being a prince's woman would never end well! This person is extremely possessive, and no one else can take what he doesn't want. If he gets tired of it, he will peel off the woman's face and make a specimen, and put it in a special room for appreciation.
But her struggle was useless. Her husband looked on miserably, but he didn't dare to resist, let alone speak for his wife. Because the woman struggled so hard, the husband even yelled at her: "You stupid woman! It is your blessing that His Royal Highness has taken a fancy to you! Why don't you obediently kneel down and thank His Highness for your favor!"
S looked at him coldly, "What a heartless human being."
Qing Huan watched the prince pull the woman into his arms, dragging her away, but the woman refused with tears streaming down her face, and bit the prince while struggling. The man who was obsessed with sex just a second ago pulled out the treasured sword on his waist, and the woman's head rolled to the ground, her beautiful blue eyes were still wide open.
When the husband saw this scene, his eyes were tearing apart. He held his wife's head in trembling hands. It was hard to believe that they were still dancing in love on the dance floor just a moment ago, but now they are separated forever. He clenched his fists, "I'll fight with you—"
"Stupid." S said.
Then the husband also fell to the ground. His Royal Highness looked at the corpses of their husband and wife with distaste: "Drag them to me to feed the dogs! Both of them are ignorant things! If someone collects their corpses, they will be chopped up together!"
"yes!"
Now Qing Huan understands why Elsa and Shaw are determined to overthrow the royal family. If His Royal Highness is like this, then how can the king be better as his father? What kind of life do the subjects on this continent live? The couple's attire is exquisite, and it can be seen that they should be people of status. But even so, when the wife fell in love with the prince, the husband chose to remain silent and not resist. Maybe he knew that if he resisted, it would be his end now.
It's disgusting.
The prince circled around the crowd a few more times. He ordered everyone not to move, and he walked through the crowd. When he saw a woman, he would pinch his chin and look carefully. Walk.
Like the man before, no one dared to resist, and no one dared to speak out.
They endured all this silently, desperately, and habitually.