Reborn Pretty Demon Concubine

Chapter 96 Do You Love Her Very Much

"What's the matter, you dare not drink, afraid that I will poison you? Or do you feel that my cooking skills are not as good as yours, and you are not used to it?"

After handing the soup in front of Han Jian for a long time, he didn't reach out to take it. After Xia Jinmo made a joke, he suddenly thought of the important point. Han Jian's cooking is rare and delicious.

Generally, people who can cook are more picky about food. Xia Jinmo seldom sees Han Jian eating. It is the food he made himself, that is, to accompany her, and eat a small amount. Of course, she is not by his side anytime and anywhere. Yes, she still felt that he seldom ate and was picky. At least when she saw him at the banquet in the palace, she only drank a little wine and didn't move her chopsticks to eat.

The chefs in the palace are all the best cooks selected in the whole country. Han Jian can't even look down on her, let alone her. Although she was forced by the situation before and learned how to cook, she can barely eat it. Said, as for the cold sword, it must be hard to swallow.

"A bowl, I used it, what do you do?" It took a long time for Han Jian to tell the reason why he didn't pick it up, but Xia Jinmo was a little surprised by the answer.

"I've had it." Xia Jinmo didn't know how to answer for a moment, she froze for a moment, and prevaricated Han Jian by saying that she had drunk it.

Of course Han Jian understood that she was lying, but he didn't say anything. He just showed a slight arc, took the soup in her hand, filled it with a spoon and tasted it.

"How is it? Isn't it delicious?" Seeing that Han Jian only took a sip, although he didn't put it down, he didn't speak, but he didn't continue to talk again, as if he didn't taste the taste. Quietly, Xia Jinmo said Some couldn't bear this oppressive feeling, and asked eagerly.

"It's okay." Unlike some people, Han Jian is not like some people. It's very difficult for him to say something that compliments others against his will. Even though a sentence is okay, he doesn't bother to say it to others, which makes Xia Jinmo a little surprised.

But when Han Jian finished speaking and was about to take a second sip, he seemed to notice her daze, and suddenly looked up at her.

"I thought you would say it was bad. I remember when you went to the palace before, you didn't want to eat the food there." Xia Jinmo was even more embarrassed and at a loss when he saw it, and she spoke out what was in her heart.

"The dishes cooked by the imperial chef are not delicious." Han Jian's voice was still very low, but he sat down, holding chopsticks, facing the dishes on the table, and began to taste every bit of the dishes.

Although Han Jian's everything was fake, he didn't show an unpalatable expression on his face, and he chewed everything carefully before swallowing it.

"But I think it's much better than mine." Xia Jinmo lowered her head, sat next to Han Jian, picked up some food with chopsticks and put it in her mouth.

It is indeed barely swallowable, but compared with Yuchu’s, it must be too different. I really don’t understand what Han Jian is thinking in his heart. He wants to encourage her to cook more in the future, but he still can’t bear to refuse her, afraid that she won’t be able to bear the blow?

"The meaning is different." Han Jian replied lightly with a sentence that made Xia Jinmo puzzled, stood up, and said again: "I'll go get another bowl, and you also have some soup, you need to replenish your body now."

"No need, if you don't want it, I'll just use this bowl." Xia Jinmo immediately stopped Han Jian, and at the same time brought over the soup he had taken a sip of, filled a spoonful and handed it to his mouth side.

Han Jian didn't speak, just looked at her quietly, expressionless, and after Xia Jinmo drank, he replied calmly: "I want more."

"Ah!" Hearing Han Jian's words, Xia Jinmo just squirted the soup she just drank into the bowl, held the spoon in surprise and bewildered, and stared at him with wide eyes.

However, Han Jian didn't show anything wrong. He turned back and sat next to her, took the spoon from her hand, took a spoonful and drank it, and said with a faint arc: "Since you think it's okay, use a bowl All right."

Until now, Xia Jinmo was still surprised. Hearing Tang's words and his actions made her even more surprised. It took her a long time to mechanically turn her head, looked at him strangely, and said, "Your What about cleanliness?"

Seeing her funny look, Han Jian didn't say anything, but took a mouthful of soup with a spoon and handed it to her lips.

Xia Jinmo couldn't find any better expression words to describe Xia Jinmo's surprise at the moment, so she didn't open her mouth to drink. Tang couldn't believe it. The person in front of him was the one who always wore a pair of invisible gloves. But every time the hand wants to touch someone else, gloves are used to block contact with the human skin.

Although he wasn't that serious to her, it still confuses her to eat like this.

"Do I have a cleanliness?" Han Jian asked her instead.

Hearing his question like that, Xia Jinmo felt like strangling him impulsively. Does anyone know anything about his habits? If he is not a clean freak, why would he hate others touching him, his room, his clothes, Everything that belongs to him, except for himself and his maid Bai Xian'er, no one else can touch.

This cleanliness obsession has become a strange thing, and he asked if there is any cleanliness, thanks to him having the nerve to ask.

"Don't you usually hate people touching you?" After hesitating for a while, Xia Jinmo suppressed her emotions, reached out to take the spoon from him, and drank the soup by herself before saying what she said. Confuse.

"Does that have something to do with cleanliness? I just hate the smell on other people's bodies. My nose is too sensitive." Han Jian replied calmly, but it still surprised Xia Jinmo. She didn't understand what a touch could do. The smell was contaminated to him, and everyone's smell is different, why he didn't dislike her anymore, but Xia Jinmo didn't ask again.

"Do you love Xiaomo very much?" After a long time, Xia Jinmo lowered her head and asked Han Jian softly.

Because she lowered her head, she didn't notice the strange emotion that flashed across Han Jian's face, but she immediately raised her head and added: "I'm talking about her, not me."

Xia Jinmo was afraid that Han Jian would misunderstand her, because now she replaced the name, so she suspected that Han Jian, like Lin Huiyan, only treated her well because of his body.

Although Han Jian is different from Lin Huiyan, he knows very well that this body has changed owners, but sometimes it may be crazy to love someone, maybe even though he knows it is not that person, but he is unwilling to accept the fact.

Although Xia Jinmo has never seen the kind of love that can be desperate except for the accidents of relatives, and even once thought that there is no true love between people except for using and being used, but with Lin Huiyan and Han Jian's kindness to her , so that she began to shake a little bit about her own thoughts.

"I don't love it." After a long time, Han Jian replied calmly, put down the chopsticks in his hand, and without explaining to Xia Jinmo, stood up and walked outside to the sword stove.

(End of this chapter)