Chapter 154: A Chilli Taste
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Seeing that the character who had just had a majestic posture and was like an immortal, but in a blink of an eye, he was begging for food. This point of perspective really changed too fast, for Zhao Ling to take in her stride.
The corners of her mouth twitched, and she couldn't help giving him a roll of eyes. Looking at the sky, it seemed that it was already dinner time.
Could this guy have been waiting for her to come back hungry?
She glared at him angrily, and said in a raised tone, "Why did you come here when you're hungry? Isn't there anything to eat in the palace of Xuan Wang, that will make king Xuan to come all the way to the palace of the prince when he is hungry?"
Meng Yuan answered confidently. "It wasn't made by Ling'er, I couldn't eat it."
Zhao Ling supported her forehead. She was really lost to him. She suddenly remembered that because she rushed to the Pingxi General's Mansion to treat Fengze's injuries, she did not prepare meals for him to send to the Xuanwang Mansion.
But he had asked He Qing to report the matter to him early in the morning, why did this guy come to her place himself?
But in the end, she still felt bad that he had been hungry for a long time, and Zhao Ling didn't ask any more questions. She just instructed Mammy Xu and the others to prepare a few simple side dishes immediately, for them to fill up their stomachs first.
After working in the General's Mansion for a long time, she also felt a little hungry.
"Ling'er, I can't get that dish." He pointed at the spicy chicken diced that was farthest from him, looked directly at her with bright eyes, and said pitifully.
Zhao Ling rolled his eyes at him, and said calmly, "Meng Yuan, don't think that you can be a rascal in a wheelchair. Your arms are long enough to reach any dish on this table. If you want to fill your stomach, do it yourself."
"Does Ling'er despise me?" Meng Yuan flattened his mouth, and his tone instantly became low. "If my leg disease can't be cured, will you treat me like this, Ling'er?"
When did this guy become so sensitive? Zhao Ling glanced at him suspiciously, but saw a light flashed in his deliberately dim eyes.
Well, it was this trick again!
Zhao Ling was really speechless. Fortunately, Meng Yuan liked to be quiet and didn't like being served by others during meals, so there were only the two of them in the room at the moment. Otherwise, his image as a cold-faced prince would be greatly reduced.
She sneered to herself, but she pretended to be considerate and said, "Want to eat that spicy chicken? No problem, come, open your mouth, I will feed you."
After she finished speaking, she stretched out her chopsticks, took a large red chilli pepper, and stuffed it into Meng Yuan's mouth.
He couldn't taste the taste the food, so it didn't matter what he actually ate.
Meng Yuan was overjoyed when he saw that Zhao Ling was feeding him so well and thoughtfully. He didn't see what it was, so he opened his mouth and ate it in one bite. However, his good upbringing made him unable to spit directly on the table, so he had to swallow hard, cover his mouth and cough a few times, and said to Zhao Ling with annoyance. "Ling'er, you...you want to kill me with hot chilli?"
Hot? Zhao Ling's eyes suddenly brightened. She grabbed his hand and asked anxiously, "A-Yuan, do you feel the spice? Can you taste it?"
Meng Yuan was also taken aback. Yes, he hasn't had this kind of taste sensation for many years, but just now, the spicy taste that stimulated the taste buds spread in his mouth so clearly, this long-lost feeling made him a little hard to accept.
Zhao Ling handed him a glass of water, and after letting him rinse his mouth, gave him a chopstick of sweet and sour fish. "A-Yuan, what does this taste like?"
Meng Yuan tasted a few mouthfuls gracefully, and smiled at Zhao Ling, "Sour and sweet, Ling'er's food is really good."
It seemed that this guy's sense of taste had really recovered!
A big smile broke out on Zhao Ling's delicate face, "A-Yuan, this is a good sign. You have regained your sense of taste, which means that the day when you will be completely cured of the cold poison is not far away."
"Yeah." Meng Yuan replied with a slight smile, obviously very happy.
Before he knew Zhao Ling, he didn't care whether his cold poison could be cured or not. He even felt that he should be handicapped for the rest of his life, enduring the pain of the cold poison every month, as if only in this way could he be worthy of not dying in vain. More than a hundred thousand soldiers of Kinugawa.
But after getting to know Zhao Ling, he felt that the hatred of the country and the family was no longer the only thing in his life. There were actually many things he could do.
He wanted to travel the world hand in hand with her, instead of having her push his wheelchair, the two would never be able to walk side by side.
When she was hot, he could wipe the sweat for her at will, when she was cold, he could add clothes to her at any time, when she was standing quietly, he could hug her from behind, and when she did not want to walk when the time arrived, he could carry her on his back and hold her as he liked.
The longer he knew Zhao Ling, the more things he coveted. And all these beautiful thoughts, in another month, would be realized with the complete cure of his cold poison.
Thinking of this, Meng Yuan's always cold and unwavering stone face was also full of joy.
Just the next second, his handsome face with a slight smile turned cold in an instant, facing the door and shouting in a low voice, "Who?"
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Seeing that the character who had just had a majestic posture and was like an immortal, but in a blink of an eye, he was begging for food. This point of perspective really changed too fast, for Zhao Ling to take in her stride.
The corners of her mouth twitched, and she couldn't help giving him a roll of eyes. Looking at the sky, it seemed that it was already dinner time.
Could this guy have been waiting for her to come back hungry?
She glared at him angrily, and said in a raised tone, "Why did you come here when you're hungry? Isn't there anything to eat in the palace of Xuan Wang, that will make king Xuan to come all the way to the palace of the prince when he is hungry?"
Meng Yuan answered confidently. "It wasn't made by Ling'er, I couldn't eat it."
Zhao Ling supported her forehead. She was really lost to him. She suddenly remembered that because she rushed to the Pingxi General's Mansion to treat Fengze's injuries, she did not prepare meals for him to send to the Xuanwang Mansion.
But he had asked He Qing to report the matter to him early in the morning, why did this guy come to her place himself?
But in the end, she still felt bad that he had been hungry for a long time, and Zhao Ling didn't ask any more questions. She just instructed Mammy Xu and the others to prepare a few simple side dishes immediately, for them to fill up their stomachs first.
After working in the General's Mansion for a long time, she also felt a little hungry.
"Ling'er, I can't get that dish." He pointed at the spicy chicken diced that was farthest from him, looked directly at her with bright eyes, and said pitifully.
Zhao Ling rolled his eyes at him, and said calmly, "Meng Yuan, don't think that you can be a rascal in a wheelchair. Your arms are long enough to reach any dish on this table. If you want to fill your stomach, do it yourself."
"Does Ling'er despise me?" Meng Yuan flattened his mouth, and his tone instantly became low. "If my leg disease can't be cured, will you treat me like this, Ling'er?"
When did this guy become so sensitive? Zhao Ling glanced at him suspiciously, but saw a light flashed in his deliberately dim eyes.
Well, it was this trick again!
Zhao Ling was really speechless. Fortunately, Meng Yuan liked to be quiet and didn't like being served by others during meals, so there were only the two of them in the room at the moment. Otherwise, his image as a cold-faced prince would be greatly reduced.
She sneered to herself, but she pretended to be considerate and said, "Want to eat that spicy chicken? No problem, come, open your mouth, I will feed you."
After she finished speaking, she stretched out her chopsticks, took a large red chilli pepper, and stuffed it into Meng Yuan's mouth.
He couldn't taste the taste the food, so it didn't matter what he actually ate.
Meng Yuan was overjoyed when he saw that Zhao Ling was feeding him so well and thoughtfully. He didn't see what it was, so he opened his mouth and ate it in one bite. However, his good upbringing made him unable to spit directly on the table, so he had to swallow hard, cover his mouth and cough a few times, and said to Zhao Ling with annoyance. "Ling'er, you...you want to kill me with hot chilli?"
Hot? Zhao Ling's eyes suddenly brightened. She grabbed his hand and asked anxiously, "A-Yuan, do you feel the spice? Can you taste it?"
Meng Yuan was also taken aback. Yes, he hasn't had this kind of taste sensation for many years, but just now, the spicy taste that stimulated the taste buds spread in his mouth so clearly, this long-lost feeling made him a little hard to accept.
Zhao Ling handed him a glass of water, and after letting him rinse his mouth, gave him a chopstick of sweet and sour fish. "A-Yuan, what does this taste like?"
Meng Yuan tasted a few mouthfuls gracefully, and smiled at Zhao Ling, "Sour and sweet, Ling'er's food is really good."
It seemed that this guy's sense of taste had really recovered!
A big smile broke out on Zhao Ling's delicate face, "A-Yuan, this is a good sign. You have regained your sense of taste, which means that the day when you will be completely cured of the cold poison is not far away."
"Yeah." Meng Yuan replied with a slight smile, obviously very happy.
Before he knew Zhao Ling, he didn't care whether his cold poison could be cured or not. He even felt that he should be handicapped for the rest of his life, enduring the pain of the cold poison every month, as if only in this way could he be worthy of not dying in vain. More than a hundred thousand soldiers of Kinugawa.
But after getting to know Zhao Ling, he felt that the hatred of the country and the family was no longer the only thing in his life. There were actually many things he could do.
He wanted to travel the world hand in hand with her, instead of having her push his wheelchair, the two would never be able to walk side by side.
When she was hot, he could wipe the sweat for her at will, when she was cold, he could add clothes to her at any time, when she was standing quietly, he could hug her from behind, and when she did not want to walk when the time arrived, he could carry her on his back and hold her as he liked.
The longer he knew Zhao Ling, the more things he coveted. And all these beautiful thoughts, in another month, would be realized with the complete cure of his cold poison.
Thinking of this, Meng Yuan's always cold and unwavering stone face was also full of joy.
Just the next second, his handsome face with a slight smile turned cold in an instant, facing the door and shouting in a low voice, "Who?"
Seeing that the character who had just had a majestic posture and was like an immortal, but in a blink of an eye, he was begging for food. This point of perspective really changed too fast, for Zhao Ling to take in her stride.The corners of her mouth twitched, and she couldn't help giving him a roll of eyes. Looking at the sky, it seemed that it was already dinner time.Could this guy have been waiting for her to come back hungry?She glared at him angrily, and said in a raised tone, "Why did you come here when you're hungry? Isn't there anything to eat in the palace of Xuan Wang, that will make king Xuan to come all the way to the palace of the prince when he is hungry?"Meng Yuan answered confidently. "It wasn't made by Ling'er, I couldn't eat it."Zhao Ling supported her forehead. She was really lost to him. She suddenly remembered that because she rushed to the Pingxi General's Mansion to treat Fengze's injuries, she did not prepare meals for him to send to the Xuanwang Mansion.But he had asked He Qing to report the matter to him early in the morning, why did this guy come to her place himself?But in the end, she still felt bad that he had been hungry for a long time, and Zhao Ling didn't ask any more questions. She just instructed Mammy Xu and the others to prepare a few simple side dishes immediately, for them to fill up their stomachs first.After working in the General's Mansion for a long time, she also felt a little hungry."Ling'er, I can't get that dish." He pointed at the spicy chicken diced that was farthest from him, looked directly at her with bright eyes, and said pitifully.Zhao Ling rolled his eyes at him, and said calmly, "Meng Yuan, don't think that you can be a rascal in a wheelchair. Your arms are long enough to reach any dish on this table. If you want to fill your stomach, do it yourself.""Does Ling'er despise me?" Meng Yuan flattened his mouth, and his tone instantly became low. "If my leg disease can't be cured, will you treat me like this, Ling'er?"When did this guy become so sensitive? Zhao Ling glanced at him suspiciously, but saw a light flashed in his deliberately dim eyes.Well, it was this trick again!Zhao Ling was really speechless. Fortunately, Meng Yuan liked to be quiet and didn't like being served by others during meals, so there were only the two of them in the room at the moment. Otherwise, his image as a cold-faced prince would be greatly reduced.She sneered to herself, but she pretended to be considerate and said, "Want to eat that spicy chicken? No problem, come, open your mouth, I will feed you."After she finished speaking, she stretched out her chopsticks, took a large red chilli pepper, and stuffed it into Meng Yuan's mouth.He couldn't taste the taste the food, so it didn't matter what he actually ate.Meng Yuan was overjoyed when he saw that Zhao Ling was feeding him so well and thoughtfully. He didn't see what it was, so he opened his mouth and ate it in one bite. However, his good upbringing made him unable to spit directly on the table, so he had to swallow hard, cover his mouth and cough a few times, and said to Zhao Ling with annoyance. "Ling'er, you...you want to kill me with hot chilli?"Hot? Zhao Ling's eyes suddenly brightened. She grabbed his hand and asked anxiously, "A-Yuan, do you feel the spice? Can you taste it?"Meng Yuan was also taken aback. Yes, he hasn't had this kind of taste sensation for many years, but just now, the spicy taste that stimulated the taste buds spread in his mouth so clearly, this long-lost feeling made him a little hard to accept.Zhao Ling handed him a glass of water, and after letting him rinse his mouth, gave him a chopstick of sweet and sour fish. "A-Yuan, what does this taste like?"Meng Yuan tasted a few mouthfuls gracefully, and smiled at Zhao Ling, "Sour and sweet, Ling'er's food is really good."It seemed that this guy's sense of taste had really recovered!A big smile broke out on Zhao Ling's delicate face, "A-Yuan, this is a good sign. You have regained your sense of taste, which means that the day when you will be completely cured of the cold poison is not far away.""Yeah." Meng Yuan replied with a slight smile, obviously very happy.Before he knew Zhao Ling, he didn't care whether his cold poison could be cured or not. He even felt that he should be handicapped for the rest of his life, enduring the pain of the cold poison every month, as if only in this way could he be worthy of not dying in vain. More than a hundred thousand soldiers of Kinugawa.But after getting to know Zhao Ling, he felt that the hatred of the country and the family was no longer the only thing in his life. There were actually many things he could do.He wanted to travel the world hand in hand with her, instead of having her push his wheelchair, the two would never be able to walk side by side.When she was hot, he could wipe the sweat for her at will, when she was cold, he could add clothes to her at any time, when she was standing quietly, he could hug her from behind, and when she did not want to walk when the time arrived, he could carry her on his back and hold her as he liked.The longer he knew Zhao Ling, the more things he coveted. And all these beautiful thoughts, in another month, would be realized with the complete cure of his cold poison.Thinking of this, Meng Yuan's always cold and unwavering stone face was also full of joy.Just the next second, his handsome face with a slight smile turned cold in an instant, facing the door and shouting in a low voice, "Who?"
