The woman just didn't want to believe that Fenghuang would not recognize her, no matter how bad Fenghuang's face was, she just wouldn't leave.
Fenghuang thought in his heart, since she said everything so clearly, this woman is still obsessed with obsession, insisting on following her buttocks, she can't do anything about it. You can't kill this woman with one palm.
The woman looked at Fenghuang and ignored her, but kept going around the road. He probably knew in his heart that Fenghuang was playing with her.
The woman can't get angry, but she is not someone who doesn't know right from wrong. Thinking about Phoenix's tone and expression just now. It didn't look like she knew her. Presumably, this person really didn't know her, but the woman was still unwilling. Finally, she found Fenghuang. Unexpectedly, Fenghuang didn't know her anymore.
The woman said slightly angrily, "You really don't know me?"
Fenghuang listened to the woman saying what should be said, and didn't want to pay attention to her. Didn't she want to follow, so just follow, anyway, she can still consume.
The woman looked at Fenghuang and ignored her. It gradually became clear in his heart that Fenghuang really didn't know her, otherwise it wouldn't be the case. The woman suddenly remembered something, so she slapped Fenghuang in front of her, and when the palm was almost on Fenghuang, she retracted it.
Although Fenghuang didn't know what the woman behind her was implying. But with his back exposed, Fenghuang was still vigilant and prepared. If it wasn't for this woman who took the palm of her hand just now. Fenghuang had already slapped her with a backhand.
Fenghuang looked at the woman, and said impatiently: "What's the matter with you, you say you know me, you say you had a competition with me, and now you sneak up on me. Is there something wrong with you? .”
Hearing what Fenghuang said, the woman was angry and annoyed that her arrogance did not allow her to explain the situation to Fenghuang. He stomped his legs and walked away.
Fenghuang looked at the person who questioned her just now, and left after being questioned back by her. There was no disturbance in my heart, and I was not in the mood to explore this strange thing.
Holding the medicinal materials, he turned a corner and headed towards the palace. On the way, Fenghuang thought, if it wasn't for the inexplicable woman just now, she would have already arrived at the mansion by now, and was still on her way, because Fenghuang wanted to go back as soon as possible, to cook a pot of delicious food for Yang Yanjing, and let him make up for it.
Arrived at the palace. Phoenix immediately ran towards the kitchen. Looking at the chefs in the kitchen, Fenghuang was a little embarrassed. After all, she didn't have the ability to cook a pot of soup without the help of others.
In particular, some of these medicinal materials are very different in shampoo, and even the cooking method is different, otherwise the medicinal properties of the medicinal materials will be misunderstood.
Fenghuang walked with small steps, walking behind a chef she was fairly familiar with.
Originally, when those people saw the princess coming to the kitchen in person, they thought it was some kind of intention. No, when Fenghuang said shyly that he wanted the chef to help her make a pot of chicken soup full of medicine, they all looked at Fenghuang with ambiguous expressions.
And the chef, who was acquainted with Fenghuang, looked at Fenghuang and had a good impression of this princess in his heart. Then he said: "Princess, let's make these things, and you don't have to wash your hands to make soup. If the prince comes back and sees it, he will feel distressed."
Listening to the chef's ridicule, Fenghuang was very shy in his heart. But he still said resolutely: "No, I want to try it. Maybe Yang Yanjing will like it. So, I will ask the chef to help me."
The cook heard this, and sighed in her heart, the relationship between the princess and the prince is really good. He also patted his chest proudly, and said, "Okay, I'll leave it to me. Today I will let you learn how to cook chicken soup, my princess, including some processing methods of these medicinal materials."
Hearing this, Fenghuang had no choice but to become more serious.
Fenghuang followed behind the cook, following the steps taught by the cook step by step.
I don't want to, when Fenghuang washed the medicinal materials, he washed away some important parts of the medicinal materials. In this way, the cook didn't dare to let Fenghuang touch the medicinal materials again, for fear that these medicinal materials were not enough for Fenghuang to knead.
Looking at the appearance of the cook, Fenghuang secretly sighed in his heart, as expected, she still didn't have this kind of psychic ability. Just thinking about it, the next big plan to cook the soup. She must perform well later.
Waiting for everything to be ready, Fenghuang watched the cook's speechless face, and slowly poured down the food in her hand.
In fact, because Fenghuang consumed a lot of medicinal materials when arranging them, in addition, the chicken that was going to cook soup lost its arms and legs when Fenghuang messed with it.
Fenghuang was very helpless, she never thought that her own cooking ability would be so incompetent. I can only do the last and simplest steps, pour the things down, and she will cook the pot.
When Yang Yanjing went to buy medicinal materials in the city before Fenghuang, he went out. Waiting for the subordinates to report that Fenghuang is back, and cooked chicken soup for him in the mansion, waiting for him to come back to drink. Yang Yanjing instantly lost the thought of staying here any longer, and only thought in his heart, hurry to the palace.
Waiting for Fenghuang to bring the chicken soup to the table, he just sat down. Yang Yanjing came back at this time.
As soon as Yang Yanjing arrived at the mansion, he headed towards where the Phoenix was. Now at the door, watching Fenghuang still studying the chicken soup, poking at the chicken soup from time to time, Yang Yanjing tried not to laugh.
At this time, Fenghuang seemed to follow Yang Yanjing in a tacit understanding, and looked behind abruptly. Sure enough, it was him, it was Yang Yanjing.
Fenghuang didn't know how long Yang Yanjing had been watching there, wondering if Yang Yanjing had seen her ugliness. Thinking about it, Fenghuang then said: "When did you come? Why didn't I hear you? If I hadn't seen you, wouldn't you be ready to come out?"
Yang Yanjing knew that Fenghuang was acting arrogantly. Without exposing her, he said with a smile: "Yes, it's my fault. I've only been here for a while, and it seems very interesting to see you making this pot of soup, so I didn't bother you. It's not for You can be more comfortable."
Fenghuang snorted, knowing that Yang Yanjing was teasing her again. Yang Yanjing came in, picked up the ceramic bowl on the table, took a bowl, gave it to Fenghuang first, and said: "Drink." Then, took another bowl for himself.
After watching Yang Yanjing finish his drink, Fenghuang smacked his lips as if reminiscing. Fenghuang couldn't help but proudly said to Yang Yanjing: "I cooked this pot in this hour, isn't my skill very superb?"
Yang Yanjing looked at the smug expression on Fenghuang's face, and said in a sympathetic manner: "Yes, it's delicious, I like it very much."