His Royal Highness's Favorite: The Queen's Road

Chapter 235 Dinner With Long Live Lord? (3)

Rong Yao understood, quickly brought the soup, and said in a low voice, "The boss likes this soup very much. He chose Chinese cabbage from Haocaiwu and took the tender heart in the middle. I hope to try it too."

Her eyes brightened.

So I took a small spoon and wanted to taste it.

The clear soup has just entered.

Immediately afterwards, I heard a sentence from the white bone spirit on the opposite side:
"Miss Xiji, you have a good eye. That's the main soup at the state banquet. It's made from hens, ducks, Xuanwei ham hoofs, pork ribs, scallops and other fresh goods. .”

Hope: "..."

She clearly saw that the small spoon in her hand fell into the soup pot.

This one sip drank two taels of gold.

"Haha, I'm editing a recipe album, and Premier Zhou also likes that cabbage soup the most."

Hope: "..."

There is simply no way for people to have a good meal at the prime minister's table.

I really miss the good times of eating Mala Tang in the dormitory.

I hope to hear my stomach growl.

very hungry.

Just when she convinced herself, took a scallop dumpling and slowly put it in her mouth, the conference table was filled with coffee, and the elites finished their supper one after another, and started the seminar.

She had no choice but to put down the chopsticks in embarrassment, ready to be removed.

"Eat yours and leave them alone."

Jing Ze spoke softly.

He put a dumpling on her plate, "Do you still need me to feed it?"

"...No, no need."

She ate weakly.

In fact, no one cared at all if she hadn't finished eating.

The sixteen-seat conference table was in a mess, the leftover food was collected by the younger sister, and coffee was placed on the table.Jingze's chair is particularly chaotic, full of manuscripts and materials, and the assistants and secretaries have been busy sorting out many times.

She eavesdropped with her ears pricked up, and noticed that the atmosphere of the meeting was a bit depressing.

It was quiet for a long time.

Only the sound of pages turning could be heard.

Suddenly, Jing Ze's cold voice came.

""Dragon City Zombies"?"

He paused after each sentence.

Manuscripts are placed on the table one by one,

""Blood Ghost Eyes"?"

Every time a manuscript was placed, he looked at the editor in charge of the manuscript.

""Forbidden Area 51:...Green Blood Mutant"?"

heard here.

Xi Ji lowered his head and looked at the mustard and spicy oil in his small slip.

Then, she clearly saw that the filling of the half-bitten shrimp dumpling fell out of her mouth.

Shrimp dropped on horseradish.

Green blood... mutated insects...

She swallowed.

Picking up the red wine on the table, Gulu took a big sip and looked nervously at His Highness the Crown Prince beside him.

Apparently, he lost his temper again.

This time it's business.

Jing Ze's face turned cold, he leaned back on the chair, pressed his temples tightly, and suddenly asked, "What are we discussing?"

The person next to him regained his spirits, "Oh, I'm discussing the 'Psychic Counterattack' series, next year's publishing plan and film and television copyright, and my author is almost finished."

"Psychic counterattack? Isn't it counterattack by aliens, zombies, viruses, and bugs?"

Everyone: "..."

Suddenly, Jing Ze picked up a manuscript.

Snapped--

He fell hard in the middle of the conference table!

Everyone sat up in fright.

"This is the high-quality manuscript that you have carefully selected for half a year. What I want is psychological suspense, not a bloody and violent visual novel. I have been working on it for so long, but still don't understand?"

"But……"

The team leader had a troubled expression on his face.

"Mr. Long, tomb robbers, monster catchers, ghost husbands, ghosts, etc. are popular in the market recently, and online movies are also suitable..."

(End of this chapter)