After I was reborn, I divorced my husband

Chapter 349 The Best Osmanthus Cake Ever Eating
"You mean, you want to eat with me?" He yawned, and his phoenix eyes instantly became hazy.

"That's right, it just so happens that this servant is also hungry. Besides, there are so many things, your Highness, you can't finish them all by yourself. It's shameful to waste, and this servant has never had such a bad habit."

A beauty is a beauty, even the posture of yawning is so elegant and beautiful.

How could God treat him so favorably.

A man who looks like a country and a city, isn't it obvious that he wants to harm all women in the world?

Thinking that such a handsome and coquettish man like him actually fell in love with her, as a normal woman, although she was surprised, although she was a bit caught off guard, a little vanity inevitably arose.

Lan Qingyue pursed her lips, "Do you know that as a slave, you are not allowed to eat at the same table as your master?"

"My servant knows, but His Highness has always been a casual person. I don't think you will be so rigid, right?"

His long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and the smile on his face remained undiminished, "You are quite good at making excuses for yourself."

Mu Lingyue saw that he seemed to be in a good mood at the moment, so she sat down across from him, looked at him with a smile and said, "Your Highness, you should eat this osmanthus cake while it is hot. It won't taste right when it cools down. Try it quickly." How does it taste?"

Lan Qingyue has been fond of sweets since she was a child.

I have already smelled the aroma of this sweet-scented osmanthus cake. The faint scent of sweet-scented osmanthus is mixed with the sweetness of honey, which makes people appetite.

Mu Lingyue put a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake into his bowl, and continued to look forward to it in her heart, "Your Highness, try it."

The best reward for a cook is to eat all the meals she cooks.

Of course, Mu Lingyue also hopes that what she makes can be liked by others.

Under her steadfast gaze, Lan Qingyue picked up the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in the bowl and took a bite.

The honey juice in the pastry flowed out, and he stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick it lightly, making his already sexy thin lips more lustrous and attractive.

He took a bite without making a sound, and there was no special expression on his face, making it impossible to tell whether he liked it or not.

"Your Highness, how does it taste?"

Mu Lingyue couldn't help asking.

This person is real. Anyway, she worked hard for a long time to make it. Whether it is good or bad, I have to give an evaluation.

Lan Qingyue glanced at her, but still didn't make a sound, and silently ate up a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

Then. . .His chopsticks reached into the plate, picked up another piece, and ate it without saying a word.

After eating three pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cake in a row, he slowly put down his chopsticks, took a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his lips lightly, and said with a slight smile, "This is the best sweet-scented osmanthus cake this king has ever eaten."

Mu Lingyue's eyes lit up all of a sudden, she couldn't help being a little excited, "Really?"

This evaluation is really too high. . .

"Ah."

She couldn't help being a little proud, for a person like Lan Qingyue, what kind of delicacies from mountains and seas have never been tasted.

Getting such a word from him made her happier than any compliment.

She pushed the chicken porridge in front of him with a happy smile, fixedly staring at him with her big dark eyes, "Your Highness, try this again."

Lan Qingyue wasn't hungry, in fact, he didn't need to eat these mortal grains for a long time.

At his level of practice, he only needs to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon to maintain a long life.

(End of this chapter)