Fast time travel game: Hugging the waist of the male god

Chapter 563 So I Was a Flower Picker (8)

After spending a few days with Mo Xuanchi, Xia Wanzhu really felt that Mo Xuanchi's liking for sweets had reached an inhuman level.

Although he didn't say it, Xia Wanzhu could feel that every time he ate pastry, it was the time when he was in the best mood of the day.

At this moment, a little maid ran to Xia Wanzhu's ear and said softly, "Miss Wanzhu, Xiangye's white fungus and lotus seed soup is ready, do you want to send it here?"

Xia Wanzhu looked at Mo Xuanchi, and finally nodded, "Go and bring it here."

When the bowl of sweet soup fell into her hands, she couldn't help but lamented the corruption of the ancient capitalists. She didn't know whether Mo Xuanchi knew it or not, but it took ten people to make such a sweet soup with tremella and lotus seeds to make such a small dish. bowl.

She brought the sweet soup to Mo Xuanchi, and said meekly: "Master Xiang, this sweet soup is ready."

Mo Xuanchi sat up lazily, and his snow-white chest was exposed with his movements, Xia Wanzhu blushed and heartbeat at the sight.

He just took a sip, then frowned, then raised his long arm, and the bowl of sweet soup fell into the pool in front of him.

"It's too boring."

In one sentence, it negates the results of those ten people who have been busy all morning.

The surrounding maids and servants fell to their knees.

"Tell the people in the kitchen that if this sweet soup can't be cooked well next time, they don't need to be in the Prime Minister's Mansion. I, Mo Xuanchi, will not raise such a loser!"

Xia Wanzhu has been standing aside and listening to every word he said, the blood in his heart is constantly surging, also, he is a high-ranking prime minister, one person is below ten thousand people, no one in the world would dare to listen to him Maybe he can decide a person's whole life with just a word, but has he ever thought about how hard it is to get such a bowl of sweet soup, and has he thought about the hardships of these people today.

"If there is any dissatisfaction, Mr. Xiang can go to the kitchen by himself, why bother the people in the kitchen." Xia Wanzhu's fists were clenched tightly, neither humble nor overbearing.

Mo Xuanchi's cold eyes fell on her, and his slender fingers pinched her chin tightly, "The truth is the master of this house, and they are the servants of the truth, is it wrong for the truth to order them?
Xia Wanzhu met his gaze without fear, "So what about the servants, who were not raised by their parents, so what if you are a prime minister, but your parents gave you a noble status, if you were born in poverty People, what capital do you have to talk about them!"

"Okay, okay, I didn't see the truth, the maid of the truth is so eloquent!" Mo Xuanchi sneered, he let go of Xia Wanzhu, picked up the silk handkerchief beside him, wiped his hands, and then threw it away. to the ground.

Xia Wanzhu's eyes widened angrily.

Mo Xuanchi completely took her emotions into his eyes, and the narrow and deep phoenix eyes carried the coldness of winter, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I actually forgot the truth, the bowl just now is my favorite five-colored bowl." Glass bowl, Wanzhu, you can help me get it back."

As soon as his words fell, the air froze.

Not to mention whether the bowl can be found in such a big pond, even though it is spring, the water in this pond is also cold. It is not bad to jump in to save your life, not to mention looking for things.

Xia Wanzhu didn't expect Mo Xuanchi to be such a cold-blooded person. She looked at him in disbelief and received only his ridicule, which seemed to be mocking her for not overestimating her abilities.

She gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, I'll look for it if I look for it! But Mo Xuanchi, with your appearance, there is no one who truly admires you!"

　I went out for a while today, it’s really late, at the last moment I wish everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival, harmony and beauty, and academic progress~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)