Compared with his wife's doubts about his son, Zhenbei Hou showed relief on his face and said with a smile: "The brat's strength seems to have really improved. When I was filming him just now, he actually twisted around to hide. It's a pity that Didn't escape. And I've been unconscious for so long, and I don't even cry out that I'm hungry now. Well, as long as you can make Xue'er, who is the worst at martial arts, recognize your strength. My father agrees to let you fight that Li Hui before leaving. "
"Tomorrow, let Shuang'er and the others come over. Maybe I can make Shuang'er approve of it."
Chu Feng said confidently.
However, Xue'er, who had the plumpest figure, flashed in his mind. It had been a long time since he had practiced closely with her. Tomorrow, we must conquer her!
"Haha, you are brave. You used to take a detour when you saw Shuang'er, but now you dare to fight against me. Of course, I really want to capture Shuang'er. I make the decision and let the three of them move from your mother's place to your small courtyard. Son."
Zhenbeihou said with a smile.
But the pretty Ling'er next to her pouted.
If Sister Shuang'er and the others come, the young master will definitely not have his share. Otherwise, I'll take the initiative and seduce the young master tonight... Bah, what are you thinking about? It's so embarrassing. It seems that the young master can't beat Sister Shuang'er at all!
And Chu Feng was also thinking wildly in his mind: Xue'er has a plump figure, Shuang'er has a cold temperament, and Yue'er is extremely beautiful. Hey, if you take them all in, you will definitely have a wonderful enjoyment when playing every night!
"Put away your dirty thoughts and train with Shuang'er and the others. When Shuang'er feels that you are strong enough, mother will announce to the public that you are awake."
The mother keenly noticed the greed in her son's eyes, angrily pointed her white jade finger at Chu Feng's forehead and said.
"Men should be more romantic...ahem, keep yourself clean, keep yourself clean, that's what's good."
When Zhenbei Hou was talking, he was frightened by the sharp look in his wife's eyes and quickly changed his words.
Make Chu Feng funny. The majestic God of War of a country is actually afraid of his wife!
"Feng'er, Mom, I don't care how dandy you are outside. But when you get home, you must be a man who understands etiquette and respect."
Mother's graceful and beautiful face showed seriousness.
"I know, kid."
Chu Feng responded in a low voice.
He said in his heart: No wonder the original owner was so dandy and romantic, but he didn’t even eat his pretty maid! It turns out that my mother is very strict at home.
"It's settled. As long as you can get Xue'er's approval, dad will let you fight. When the time comes, you don't have to hold back and beat him up hard. As long as you save your breath, that old man Prince Ning won't be able to say anything. What!"
Zhenbei Hou said with a smile, obviously in a much better mood, stood up and was about to leave.
"Feng'er, don't be too proud. Li Hui is not a waste. If you want to beat him, you must train hard. Is your body really okay now? You have been in a coma for three days!"
Mother asked still worriedly.
At the same time, he stretched out his jade hands, hugged him again, brushed Chu Feng's hair away, and looked at the back of his head. He said doubtfully: "It's really strange. I saw a big bag here before, but now it's intact."
Chu Feng felt the ultimate fragrant softness and instinctively wanted to struggle, but just as he shook his head, the soft and fragrant feeling became clearer.
Fortunately, the mother watched for a while, let go of Chu Feng's head, turned to look at the pretty maid, and said softly: "Ling'er, your young master has been in a coma for three days and is definitely hungry. When you go back, go to the small kitchen and help him make some chicken soup." , bring some more white meat.”
With Ling'er's agreement, Zhenbei Hou and his wife left with several maids.
When Chu Feng's stomach growled again, Ling'er brought the food.
The thick white chicken soup is paired with a large plate of white meat, which is actually cooked lamb.
Chu Feng did not hesitate, picked up the spoon, and took a delicious sip of the chicken soup.
But as soon as he entered his mouth, he felt a strange bitter taste that almost made him squirt.
"Snapped"
Chu Feng put down the spoon heavily and said angrily: "Ling'er, is this the chicken soup you made? Come here and try it, it's too terrible to drink!"
The pretty Ling'er was so frightened that she almost knelt down again, but Chu Feng held her slender waist in time and said in a deep voice: "You are not good at cooking, you should let the cook do it. You are really wasting this pot of chicken soup."
The panic on Ling'er's face gradually disappeared, she came to the table, picked up the spoon, took a sip of chicken soup, and then said aggrievedly: "Master, this chicken soup is very delicious, why does it taste so bad?"
"It's a bit bitter, can't you drink it?"
Chu Feng was a little angry.
This girl looks scared of herself, but she is so stubborn!
"How can chicken soup not be bitter? Unless you don't add salt." Ling'er's words made Chu Feng stunned and said casually: "Salt is salty, so how can it be bitter?"
Ling'er didn't say anything and took out a small plate from the dinner plate with some small particles of various colors in it. Chu Feng couldn't help but ask: "What is this?"
"When eating white meat, you need to dip it in salt." Ling'er replied softly.
Chu Feng looked at the small variegated particles, stretched out his fingers to pinch some, and put them in his mouth. As a result, a bitter and salty taste filled his entire mouth, and he quickly spit out the small particles that had not yet melted. Only then did I realize that the salt-making technology of Daliang Kingdom was still at its most primitive stage! There is no way to make refined salt at all.
"Our family has always eaten this kind of bitter salt?"
Chu Feng couldn't help but ask.
"This is the best salt on the market. Master, you keep eating it."
Linger whispered aggrievedly.
Then he looked at Chu Feng eagerly and said in his heart: "Master, are you trying to make things difficult for Ling'er on purpose?"
At this time, Chu Feng said no more, because his stomach growled again, so he picked up the spoon again and started drinking chicken soup again.
And Ling'er stood nearby, looking at the spoon, her pretty face couldn't help but blush. It's like I kissed the young master through a spoon. It seems that the young master is not deliberately making things difficult for him, but he likes him!
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a little bolder. I gently approached Chu Feng and rubbed my soft body against Chu Feng, expressing my love...
But Chu Feng was very hungry and didn't notice at all. While sipping the chicken soup, I picked up the mutton and lightly dipped it in some variegated salt. I endured the bitter taste and ate it, firmly saying in my heart: I must get refined salt as soon as possible.
He barely ate half full, but couldn't eat any more. He glanced at Ling'er, who had a pretty and rosy face. Just when he was about to speak, he heard Ling'er say softly: "Master, my wife has ordered you to make an early morning meal after dinner." You need some rest, after all, the young master just woke up and is still a little weak, and there are still many things to do tomorrow."
Seeing Ling'er's shy look, Chu Feng suddenly smiled, stretched out his arms to hold her slender waist, and whispered: "Then tonight, you must serve the young master well. Hehe."
Ling'er snuggled into Chu Feng's arms obediently, her pretty face almost pressed against Chu Feng's face, and there were even a few stray hairs that made Chu Feng's face itchy.
This made Chu Feng excited for a while, but Ling'er said: "Master, before Madam left, she told Ling'er not to make the young master tired, so tonight, Ling'er cannot serve the young master, otherwise, the madam will beat Ling'er to death." .”
"Nonsense, the young master is in great shape. If you work a little harder, you'll be fine. If you don't believe me, come and touch it." Chu Feng grabbed Ling'er's little hand and wanted to pull it into his clothes.
