This time, it was Ye Qingli who cooked porridge for him.
You know, Jun Aohan never drinks porridge.
Moreover, there is so much meat and ginseng, so greasy...
Many maids felt that if Ye Qingli served this bowl of porridge.
It will definitely be rejected.
At this time, Ye Qingli had already put the porridge into a jar very quickly.
Then she came out carrying the jar.
That chef, hurry up and greet him.
He said with a bitter face: "Ye...Princess, I think you want to change the taste, or does the prince not like it?"
"Hey, he dares?"
Ye Qingli said sternly to her.
It took her a long time to cook such a bowl of porridge.
How dare he not eat?
Humph, if you don’t eat.
From now on, ignore yourself!
"It doesn't matter."
She said with a smile.
Then, carrying the jar, he walked back.
The chef suddenly felt very unhappy.
The porridge cooked by Ye Qingli tastes good.
But, it’s not really anything special.
Moreover, the prince doesn’t like the taste at all.
After seeing Ye Qingli cooking, the chef began to feel a sense of crisis.
He was able to survive in this courtyard only by being able to cook delicious food for Jun Aohan.
What if Jun Aohan stopped eating the food he cooked.
Then, he won't be able to survive in the future.
Maybe, he will be kicked out.
Moreover, he also felt very unhappy with Ye Qingli.
I saw Ye Qingli walking away carrying the jar.
He followed immediately.
Many servants and maids were also curious to see how Jun Aohan would react to the bowl of porridge cooked by Ye Qingli.
So, they all followed.
So, when Ye Qingli arrived outside Jun Aohan's door, there was already a long line of people behind him...
Butler Dai shouted at them with a straight face.
"It's so unruly, why don't you go back!"
Hurry and disperse these people.
However, the fire of gossip in those people's hearts has not been extinguished at all.
Still hiding in the corner, watching how Jun Aohan would react.
Ye Qingli didn't know that so many things were happening behind her. At this time, she walked into the room carrying the jar.
Jun Aohan kept listening to the noise outside with sharp ears.
As soon as I heard Ye Qingli walk into the door.
He immediately shrank into the quilt with quick movements.
Then, make a weak expression.
Seeing his pale face, Ye Qingli was immediately startled.
He quickly put the jar aside, ran up to him, and tried his forehead with his hands.
"How are you feeling now? Are you feeling better? Why do you still look so bad?"
As she spoke, she pressed Jun Aohan's acupuncture points with concern.
Feeling her gentle little hands constantly pressing on his forehead.
Jun Aohan was so comfortable that he almost fainted.
He felt more and more that he had made a wise decision by pretending to be sick.
Then, he smelled the aroma next to it.
"what is that?"
"oh."
Only then did Ye Qingli remember.
"You must have not eaten all day, and you have consumed so much energy. I made you a bowl of porridge. Do you want to drink it now?"
"Of course I do!"
Jun Aohan quickly insisted.
He looked at Ye Qingli pitifully.
Then, he put his elbows on the bed and struggled to get up.
His flawless face was now extremely pale, and he looked endearingly beautiful.
