Chapter 1943 Negotiation

Feng Qingchen finally became satisfied and pulled An Yi into her arms.

Anyi immediately threw the cloth on his face and turned around: "The wontons haven't been wrapped yet! Wipe them dry and wait to eat the wontons!"

Feng Qingchen was a little disappointed, but still nodded.

Fill your stomach first and then talk.

As soon as Xue An left, Feng Qianshan sent Feng Yanxun to inquire about An Yi's story.

When Feng Yan came here, Feng Qingchen was eating wontons in chicken soup. The wontons were thin in skin, large in filling, fragrant with chicken soup, and garnished with small leeks that An Yi finally found. Feng Yanxun was so greedy that Feng Yanxun swallowed his saliva.

"Is this what you eat in Longjin?" Feng Yan asked.

Feng Qingchen didn't even raise her head and scooped up the wontons with a white jade spoon, one bite at a time.

Feng Yanxun raised his eyes and glanced at An Yi.

An Yi placed his bowl in front of Feng Yanxun and said, "You eat first, and I'll eat later!"

Feng Yanxun hurriedly responded and was about to sit down. When he saw Feng Qingchen's eyes coming across from him like a sharp blade, he hesitated and whispered, "Otherwise, forget it!"

An Yi refused to give in and sat down directly to eat with Feng Qingchen.

Feng Yanxun looked at the two of them eating something sweet, and immediately regretted it. He was here to negotiate, so why was he so cowardly? Feng Qingchen's look scared him back!

"Princess Luan, why don't you give me a taste!" Feng Yanxun sat between the two of them and said with a smile: "Princess Luan, please give me another bowl too!"

Feng Yan found out that he was a guest after all, so he said it out loud. An Yi could no longer refuse, so he quickly took two bites, and then went to find another bowl for Feng Yan.

Feng Qingchen looked at Feng Yanxun coldly, and Feng Yanxun mustered up the courage to look Feng Qingchen in the eyes this time.

"It is rumored that few people have seen the appearance of the God of War. When I saw it today, I was really shocked!" Feng Yanxun couldn't help but say.

Feng Qingchen was eating wontons at home, so he naturally didn't wear a mask, so he sneered: "Does Mr. Feng know that most of the people who have seen my face are dead?"

Feng Yanxun was startled and shrank inwardly, but he straightened his back and said, "I've heard a little bit, but you look like my aunt!"

Feng Yanxun deliberately mentioned Feng Jieyu, thinking that Feng Qingchen would relax a little, but he didn't expect that Feng Qingchen's eyes became more and more sharp, and she exposed him mercilessly: "If I remember correctly, my mother will leave When you left the ministry, you were not born yet! Besides, if your Prince Feng Mansion really still misses your old relationship, you won’t turn away my mother’s coffin, right?”

Feng Yanxun was a little embarrassed, but luckily An Yi came in with wontons.

He quickly took the wonton and took a bite. His mouth was so hot that he spit it out again.

People in Xiting Kingdom rarely eat such hot food.

An Yi whispered: "It's very hot, eat it slowly!"

Feng Yanxun nodded and then tried to take another bite. The aroma immediately filled his mouth.

Feng Yan felt that this was the most delicious food he had ever eaten, and he blew on it while devouring it.

Feng Qingchen frowned in disgust and tilted her body when she heard the man making a squeaking sound.

Feng Yanxun didn't care, and quickly swallowed all the small bowl of wontons.

"Is there any more?" Feng Yanxun swallowed the last mouthful of chicken soup and looked up at An Yi eagerly.

"That's enough!" Feng Qingchen handed her bowls and chopsticks to An Yi and whispered, "Ignore him!"

Feng Yanxun smiled sheepishly, and whispered to An Yi: "If I have a chance, I want to go to the Longjin Dynasty!"