Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 1222: I don’t believe Long Yang is drunk

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Lu Liang touched his wet forehead, buried his face in his arms, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, I really like you."

"Yeah, I know." Long Yang hugged her back and raised the corners of his mouth.

Lu Liangwei saw that his tone was so flat, and couldn't help but pout, a little dissatisfied, "That's it?" No other expression

Long Yang paused and looked at her with a smile, "I thought I had expressed it clearly enough."

Lu Liangwei couldn't help but feel relieved when he heard this.

It is really difficult for a person like the emperor to say such explicit words about love.

However, she knew what he meant, and she didn't necessarily have to express it verbally.

At this time, Chujiu stood at the gate of the courtyard and reported from a distance, "Madam, the people in the kitchen have processed the chicken feet according to your instructions."

When Lu Liangwei heard this, he quickly pushed Long Yang away, "Okay, I'll come right away."

"Phoenix claws?" Long Yang was confused.

Lu Liang shook his hand slightly and smiled sweetly, "You'll find out in the evening." After that, he hurried out.

In the evening, Lu Liangwei asked people to set up a table in the courtyard and called Long Xuan and others over.

Considering that several people knew how to drink, they ordered two more jars of wine to be prepared.

As soon as they stepped into the courtyard, they smelled the rich fragrance. When they approached the table, they discovered that the table was covered with dishes made from chicken feet.

"Auntie Huang, what kind of dishes are you cooking?" Long Xuan asked with a smile.

Lu Liangwei introduced all the dishes on the table, "This is steamed chicken feet with black bean sauce, this is chicken feet with wolfberry and cabbage soup, this is chicken feet with distiller's grains, and this is braised chicken feet..."

Several people were surprised when they heard it. They found out today that so many dishes can be made from just chicken feet, and just the smell of it makes people want to eat.

"Let's all take a seat." After Lu Liangwei introduced the names of the dishes, he took the bowl and first served a bowl of wolfberry, cabbage and chicken feet soup to Long Yang, and then another bowl to Youyou.

Then, she sat down next to Long Yang. Seeing him take a sip of the soup, she immediately asked: "How does it taste? Is it delicious?"

"It tastes good." Long Yang put down the bowl and looked at her with a smile.

Lu Liangwei felt a little satisfied after hearing this.

Everyone had a feast of chicken feet together happily.

During the dinner, except for Lu Liangwei, Chujiu, and Bei Tangyou, who did not drink, several others drank.

Different from sweet-scented osmanthus wine, Lu Liangwei's Nervang wine prepared by someone is strong and mellow in taste, which is just right for people who like wine.

The three jars of wine were all drank up in a short time.

Lu Liangwei was stunned. Seeing that Long Xuan and the old beggar were both drunk and drunk, he couldn't help but be a little confused.

"Is this wine that good?" She muttered secretly.

After the party was over, everyone went back to their houses.

Lu Liangwei helped the slightly drunk Long Yang into the house.

To be honest, she didn't quite believe that the emperor was drunk.

Because the emperor's drinking capacity is unfathomable, and even his mother, who has a good drinking capacity, can't beat him. It's impossible for him to get drunk because of the beauty of Santan's daughter, right

It's just that the ends of his eyes were as red as fire, and he looked a little drunk.

She could only help him to the couch, then stood up and twisted a handkerchief to wipe his face.

After wiping, she looked at the man with his eyes closed, and she couldn't help but look closer at him.

Looking up close, the emperor's skin is really good, without any blemishes, even better than a woman's skin.

When he walked out with such a face, no one would have guessed that he was actually past his thirties.

She couldn't help but reach out and pinch his face.

After pinching, I found that he didn't move, so I became bolder.

(End of chapter)