"Yes." The gray-clothed man responded with a smile in his eyes. The king and the crown prince had never eaten together before, so he must be looking forward to it!
"Lord."
Feng Jiu was led in by Xuanyuan Moze. She let go of his hand and bowed to him.
"Father." Xuanyuan Moze called out in a cold voice.
“I asked her to come, why are you following me? Are you afraid that I will eat her?” The King snorted coldly, glanced at him, and then said to Fengjiu: “Why are you still standing? Sit down!”
"Ah?" Fengjiu was listening to him scolding Xuanyuan Moze, and was startled when she heard his voice unexpectedly.
"What? I told you to sit down and have dinner with me!"
Upon hearing this, her eyes lit up, she stared at the table full of delicious food, smiled happily, and pulled Xuanyuan Moze to sit down: "Thank you, Lord."
Xuanyuan Moze glanced at the two sets of prepared bowls and chopsticks and said nothing.
"Eat! After you finish eating, go back to where you came from, so as not to be an eyesore here every day!" The king said with a stern face, as if he was annoyed with them. As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up the chopsticks and started eating the food that the palace servants brought to him.
Feng Jiu's eyes flickered slightly. She looked at him, then at Xuanyuan Moze. She said nothing, but stood up, put some food on the plate, and brought it to the king: "King, tell me what you want to eat, and I'll get it for you."
"Yeah." The king responded and ignored them.
"Try this." Xuanyuan Moze put something in her bowl and said, "It tastes better when you eat it hot."
"Okay, I ate this yesterday and it tasted good. You can try it too." She picked up something and put it in his bowl.
At the main seat, although the king was eating, he kept an eye on the two of them, watching them helping each other pick up food from time to time. They didn't say much, but the trust and warmth between them made his eyes warm.
He lowered his eyes slightly, picked up the tea beside him and took a sip to hide the strange expression on his face.
However, at this moment, after Xuanyuan Moze scooped a bowl of soup for Fengjiu and handed it to her, she gestured to the king who was drinking tea. Seeing this, Xuanyuan Moze pursed his lips, his eyes slightly sank, and he did not move for a long time.
Seeing the woman beside him pulling his sleeves and signaling to him from time to time, he scooped another bowl and placed it in front of him, saying in a cold voice: "Don't drink tea with your meal, drink soup."
The king was slightly startled, raised his eyes to look at him, and saw that he was already eating there. If there hadn't been a bowl of hot soup in front of him, he would even think it was an illusion.
Fengjiu smiled at the king and continued eating without saying anything else.
After being stunned for a moment, the king put down the teacup in his hand and picked up the bowl of hot soup. He felt numb, sour, astringent and swollen in his heart, and there seemed to be something stuck in his throat, so he could not speak.
During the meal, the atmosphere at the table seemed unusually quiet. Only Feng Jiu's smiling voice occasionally asked questions, Xuanyuan Moze's brief responses, and the occasional glances from the king in the main seat. It took them a full hour to finish the meal.
It was not until the king stood up and left without saying a word that Fengjiu put down her chopsticks, touched her round belly and smiled happily: "I'm so full."