"Naturally." Di Ming Jue hums disdainfully.
Who else can do it besides me
Muyan was really stunned this time, "You, cook for me yourself?"
"Naturally!" Still the same answer.
"But why?"
He is obviously a high-ranking emperor, and the people from Yanwu Continent are just insignificant ants to him.
Obviously... he should be admired by all people in the world, who makes all women flock to him and fall in love with him like crazy.
Such a person, why would he wear such a ridiculous apron and make soup for himself.
Di Ming Jue moves slightly closer to her, and slowly says: "Because, Muyan, the food you cook is too unpalatable, it's not good for your health."
The veins on Muyan's forehead twitched suddenly.
The bastard! Those who are moved are really just floating clouds.
She raised the corners of her lips, showing a mocking and seductive smile, "It's not good for your health, Mr. Jun still ate so much that day? I thought Mr. Jun was very satisfied with my craftsmanship!"
"Well, I'm satisfied." Di Ming Jue said without changing his expression, "As long as it's made by Muyan, I'm satisfied. It doesn't matter if I eat it for a lifetime."
Muyan was stunned for a moment.
But Di Ming Jue continued: "But you and Xiaobao can't. You are weak, and Xiaobao is still a child, so you can't eat those... From now on, I will eat the things you make, and I will be responsible for your food. "
"I said that the chef who made these dishes, as long as you like, you can let him accompany you for the rest of your life."
Muyan stared at him blankly, her ears were ringing, as if she could hear the deafening heartbeat for a moment.
Her heart almost jumped out of her chest.
She thought that there might never be another person in this world, like the man in front of her, who could forget her identity and do anything that did not conform to her identity for her.
Muyan has a bad premonition.
If Di Ming Jue's feelings are always so fierce and decisive.
If she continues to get along with this man day and night, she will soon...be unable to keep her heart.
"Stupidly looking at me, what are you doing?" Di Ming Jue frowned slightly, and put some food on her plate again, his movements were gentle, but his tone was a bit unkind, "Even if you want to cultivate the Dark Clouds Spirit Flower, you still have to eat. If you let me in the future I know that you don't eat anything for four hours and just play the piano, so you don't want to see Xiaobao again."
This time, it was rare for Muyan not to contradict him.
Instead, he silently puts the food that Di Ming Jue picked up into his mouth.
The stir-fried vegetables are spicy and delicious, in Muyan's mouth, she only feels a little sour and a little sweet.
Seeing that Di Ming Jue is still picking up vegetables for himself.
Muyan suddenly picked up a piece of shrimp, and stuffed it into Di Ming Jue's mouth, "Don't you want to try your handiwork?"
Di Ming Jue is startled, then chews the shrimps expressionlessly.
No one noticed that his ears were quietly turning red.
The corner of the mouth also raised a shallow arc.
Immediately afterwards, he quickly coughed lightly, and said, "I'm hungry too, you continue to feed me."
He would never say that his current body does not need to eat any food at all.
Even in Yanwu Continent, there is no hunger at all.
Muyan blinked, "Aren't the chopsticks right there?"
The man opposite frowned, with a very unhappy expression, "I'm tired."
Too tired to even have the strength to eat
But have the strength to pick up a lot of food for her
Muyan rolled her eyes, but she didn't expose this man.