Feng Qingchen was completely speechless. Looking at the somewhat messy table, she said in a deep voice, "It's so dirty!"
An Yicai ignored him. This man was so picky every time, arrogantly saying that this was not good and that was not good, but he always ate deliciously.
Lu Anyi is already familiar with this routine!
Feng Qingchen frowned, called Leng Jiu to come over, and threw all the food out.
An Yi was startled. She looked at Feng Qingchen. There was a cold look between the man's eyebrows.
It seems this trick doesn't work anymore.
Although he was a little reluctant to part with his food, An Yi still stepped aside and watched helplessly as Leng Jiu took out all the food.
"I'll go to the imperial study room and give you half an hour to clean the room. There won't be any smell of food!" Feng Qingchen gave An Yi a cold look, "This is the last time!"
After Feng Qingchen finished speaking, he raised his legs and left.
An Yi frowned, Feng Qingchen during the day was really going too far!
In the imperial study room, Feng Qingchen was reading a book, but for a long time the book did not turn over a page.
"Cuckoo!" There was a cry from the stomach.
Leng Jiu, who was standing aside, was startled and immediately lowered his eyes and eyebrows, pretending not to hear anything.
Feng Qingchen bit her lip slightly and looked at the sky outside. It was only half afternoon, and it was still early to wait until dark!
Leng Jiu suddenly covered his stomach, bent over, and whispered: "Master, my subordinate has a stomachache and I want to go to the toilet!"
Feng Qingchen frowned and said in a deep voice: "It's so dirty, get out of here!"
Leng Jiu quickly bent over and ran out.
Feng Qingchen was the only one left in the room, and he felt increasingly hungry.
He obviously used lunch, why...
Feng Qingchen stood up, walked around the room for a few steps, hesitated slightly, and immediately jumped out of the window.
Not long after Feng Qingchen left the window, Leng Jiu poked his head out from behind the pillar and couldn't help but cover his mouth and laugh.
He knew that their man was a foodie, and even if his personality changed, this would not change!
In the small kitchen, Feng Qingchen entered quietly and quickly closed the door.
The crispy fish and crayfish taken out at noon were placed on the stove with bowls upside down.
Feng Qingchen stepped forward, stretched her neck and smelled it, quickly opened the big white bowl, stretched out her two snow-white fingers unceremoniously, picked up a piece of crispy fish and put it in her mouth.
The taste is really wonderful, the fish is not only delicious but also melts in your mouth, and you can swallow it without even chewing the bones.
Feng Qingchen ate two pieces of crispy fish and then attacked the crayfish.
He picked up a crayfish and took a look at it. He felt a little dissatisfied with the trouble, but the fingers reacted with his brain first. With a few snow-white fingers, he pulled and pulled, and the white and red shrimp meat fell off. Take it out of the shell, dip it in the soup and put it in your mouth, the taste...
Feng Qingchen quickly peeled the crayfish. Just as he was peeling it vigorously, An Yi's voice came from outside.
"It's really hard to eat at all. My crayfish is always cold every time. Doesn't it taste better when it's hot?" An Yi complained and pushed the door of the small kitchen, slightly stunned, " Yanran, have you locked the door?"
Qin Yanran was stunned and said: "No, the slave was still tidying up in the small kitchen just now. Just for a moment..."
Feng Qingchen immediately hurriedly put everything back in place, but looking at the pile of lobster shells, Feng Qingchen gritted her teeth, endured her nausea, pocketed the crayfish shells in the hem of her clothes, and immediately jumped out of the window. out.
An Yi finally opened the door and walked in. Looking around, he saw the marks left by shelling on the table.
