"How can a prince's son be in such a state that he doesn't have enough to eat or wear warm clothes?"
"However, this was the reality at that time. At that time, if I didn't know how to buy groceries and cook, I might starve to death one day."
Jun Aohan shrugged.
"So, this is all forced."
When he spoke, his tone was very free and easy, but Ye Qingli felt a little bitter.
She silently pulled Jun Aohan's hand over, then placed it in her palm and held it firmly.
To show your support for him.
"fine."
Jun Aohan squeezed Ye Qingli's hand hard, indicating that he knew what she was thinking.
"Actually, I've long been used to it. Besides, I don't think there's anything to be ashamed of in the kitchen."
"Later, I went to live with my uncle. My uncle was a very lazy person and never cooked. Moreover, with his cultivation level, even if he could live without food for three to five or seven days, it would be nothing. So, if you don't want to starve to death, If so, then I will have to rely on myself.”
"However, that time was also a day worth remembering."
There was a hint of wistful expression on Jun Aohan's face.
"At that time, we were often in the kitchen..."
He spoke slowly, while Ye Qingli leaned in his arms and listened quietly.
Then, Jun Aohan suddenly covered his mouth.
A layer of sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead.
I almost let it slip...
He glanced at Ye Qingli with some guilt.
Fortunately, Ye Qingli didn't find anything unusual.
He immediately changed the subject and said: "There is one last mouthful of porridge, drink it."
He was just about to put the porridge bowl next to the bowl.
Ye Qingli glared at him.
"Bring me a spoon."
She had finally managed to arrange her hair, but she didn't want this guy to mess it up again.
"All right……"
Jun Aohan quickly picked up the spoon, then filled the bowl of porridge, put it in front of him, and blew on it with his mouth.
Then, he brought it to Ye Qingli's mouth very attentively.
This time, Ye Qingli did not refuse.
Swallowed the spoonful of porridge.
"That's right, another spoonful."
She looked at this man with extremely attentive movements.
A hint of emotion suddenly appeared in my heart.
Probably, there is no other person in this world who can make him like this, right?
Not even Emperor Yun'an can.
Only herself...
The two people looked at each other and felt a faint warmth flowing in their hearts.
At this time, Ao Yun was standing there outside the door of the back garden.
He saw the two people's extremely intimate movements.
His hands clenched tightly into fists.
An expression that was simply unacceptable.
Aoshuang beside him said calmly: "This time, you should have seen how much the master loves her."
"Huh, I'm just not convinced."
Ao Yun said unhappily.
"Why on earth can she be so favored by her master?"
"Because the master likes it."
"I just think she doesn't deserve it."
"This has nothing to do with you."
"Huh, if the master wants to pamper her, that's okay. However, if you want to be our princess, you don't just have to act coquettishly and show off to others."
Ao Yun said firmly.
"The mistress we can accept is not the kind of delicate young lady, but someone who can truly follow the master and have the strength to help him. Only in this way can we be convinced."
"Miss Ye is also very powerful. She is a warrior and an alchemist."
