Feng Sujin felt a little sad in her heart. Maybe everyone around her had met Jun Mohan, but she was the only one who had never met him face to face!
But it doesn't matter, as long as he is around.
After Feng Sujin ate a bowl, she asked Qiu Wenzheng, "What other bowl is there?"
In this case, only Feng Sujin and Qiu Wenzheng understood what it meant.
Because he mentioned two bowls before, Feng Sujin knew that there was another bowl prepared for her.
Her subtext was that Jun Mohan packed the bowl for her.
Facing such a smart woman, Qiu Wenzheng felt that any lies were useless.
He could only silently hand the bowl of dumplings to Feng Sujin.
Feng Sujin continued to eat bite after bite.
While eating, she really wanted to cry.
But she could only control her emotions very hard.
"Crackling..."
The sound of firecrackers outside is still ringing, and this sound makes people feel even more lonely.
Feng Sujin's expression seemed to have drifted to a far, far away place.
When he was in the Imperial Capital in Bei Quan City, Jun Mohan was reluctant to let her make dumplings every time.
But she always wanted to help. She would roll out dumpling wrappers beside him, and when she looked up, she would meet his gentle and doting eyes.
Every time she placed the dumplings, she would smell them and wait expectantly.
He would gently touch her head and say, "Ajin, be good, you'll be fine in a while."
That look, that tone, now that I think about it, I really miss it.
Every time when the dumplings were about to be cooked, he would pick up one and blow it until it was no longer so hot, put it in her mouth, and let her eat the first one.
Seeing her eating happily, his eyebrows became particularly soft, with intoxicating waves that captured all the splendor of the world.
Those memories are engraved in my bones.
As she thought about it, Feng Sujin's hands were trembling slightly, and she could not hold the bowls and chopsticks steady.
Two bowls of dumplings are the most she can eat if she has a good appetite.
She knew how many there were in total, and Jun Mohan also knew what her appetite was.
It can also ensure that she is not broken.
Feng Sujin smiled, with bitterness, nostalgia and affection, so sad, but she was also so happy.
Because on such a special day, she ate dumplings made by Jun Mohan again.
She no longer forces him, and she doesn't care whether she can see him or not. She just wants to know that he is good and that he is by her side.
She would wait for him to show up in person and recognize her.
…
At this time, Liang Xiaoqing was as stunned as a sculpture. Jun... Jun Mohan
She really heard it right, then...then this woman is actually Feng Sujin
ah…
Liang Xiaoqing opened her mouth so wide that she forgot how she looked in front of Qiu Wenzheng.
Although the Dakun tribe was far away from that empire, she had heard some legends about the empire.
One of them is about Jun Mohan and Feng Sujin.
These two people are recognized by the people as the real king and queen.
The legends of these two people could write a story.
She still remembered that when she heard it before, she was very yearning for it, thinking that it would be great to meet these two people.
Unexpectedly, she would meet the legendary Feng Sujin!
No wonder she always thought she was so beautiful, so noble, so noble that she couldn't bear to be blasphemed.
And he was so noble that she couldn't even get jealous when she misunderstood him before.
No, didn’t it mean that both of them were dead
Then... is this person in front of me a real person
Liang Xiaoqing was in a daze, and the bowls and chopsticks in her hands fell to the ground, suddenly breaking the peace in the tent.