Her Royal Highness is playing a demon again

Chapter 352 Let's go home and eat again!
Although she is also married, Nan Yuan has very little experience in participating in marriages. The only two marriages she has participated in are her own and Fu Xuejin's.

Looking at the group of people mingling with the groom, Nan Yuan asked curiously, "How lively is it to get married? I didn't know that."

Duan Yijun glanced at her indifferently: "Our marriage is also very lively."

"How can there be?" Nan Yuan retorted without thinking, and while talking, recalled the wedding in her mind: "Although there are many people, they all look as polite as attending a state banquet."

Duan Yijun asked back: "Is it not good?"

As soon as the words fell, they heard the wine jars on several lively tables being randomly thrown on the ground by them, causing the jars to be torn apart and making loud noises.

At first glance, it was Zhao Ziyuan's usual friends, but when he got too drunk, he forgot how to behave.

Duan Yijun added: "Fortunately, it's good for hygiene."

"Hygiene is not your responsibility." Nan Yuan took a look at the behavior of the group of people, and it was indeed a bit unsatisfactory, but the sincere blessing on that face was also enviable.

Thinking of Duan Yijun's stinky face on the day of the wedding, he was not familiar with him at that time, so she didn't say anything, but now that she was familiar with him, Nan Yuan sneaked a sneak peek at him, and whispered: "Yes, on the day of the wedding The groom has a stinky face like someone who owes him thousands of silver, who dares to celebrate?"

"What did you say?" Duan Yijun turned his head and glanced at Nan Yuan lightly, as if asking him something he hadn't heard clearly just now.

Nan Yuan immediately smiled obediently, and shook her head: "I didn't say anything, I didn't say anything."

Hearing this, Duan Yijun curled his lips into a smile, then stretched out his hand to pinch Nan Yuan's fleshy face: "It's not that naughty bride who got married instead?"

Duan Yijun's little face blushed, Nan Yuan denied, "I didn't."

Duan Yijun: "Oh?"

Nan Yuan: "I just want to see what you look like."

After finishing speaking, Nan Yuan chuckled, Duan Yijun reached out and tapped on her forehead, and said helplessly, "Smile."

Nan Yuan: "..."

Why does this sentence sound so familiar?
The maid who was carrying several bowls of red bean porridge just came forward. Nan Yuan had tasted all these dishes, and just happened to bring up a new dish to try.

Nan Yuan watched with burning eyes as the maid brought the red bean porridge to her. It seemed that the porridge was too full and a little heavy. The maid held a bowl in front of Nan Yuan and put a bowl in front of Duan Yijun. bowl.

The maid put away the plate and was about to step back when she suddenly thought of something and immediately took a step forward: "General, Madam, the servants are placed backwards, please forgive me, Madam and General."

After speaking, the maid immediately changed the positions of the two bowls of red bean porridge in front of the general and his wife.

Looking at this neat posture, Nan Yuan asked curiously, "Is there any difference between these two bowls of red bean porridge?"

The maid, who was afraid of being blamed by her, was trembling like a sieve, visible to the naked eye, lowered her head, and whispered: "The red bean porridge in the prime minister's mansion has always been the red bean porridge for women with more sugar, which is sweeter, while the red bean porridge for men is sweeter. The red bean porridge is less sweet."

"So that's how it is." Nan Yuan just sighed, and found that the maid was shaking even more, and immediately shook her little hand: "Go down!"

The maid saluted: "Thank you, Mrs. General."

Seeing the maid retreat, Duan Yijun put the red bean porridge in front of Nan Yuan to his side: "The taste in the prime minister's mansion is really strange, let's go back to the mansion to eat it!"

(End of this chapter)