The irritable prince's little crying bag is milky and sweet

As night falls, the lights are on.

Feng Muting went out with his little rabbit.

The first thing they met was the wonton stand, Su Fuliu said: "My lord, shall we have a bowl of wonton first?"

"Okay." Feng Muting responded, then went over and said, "Two bowls of wontons."

"Okay, find a seat for you two, and I'll cook for you right now."

Su Fuliu took a look around, and found that the wonton stall's business was quite good, and there were no vacant seats. Just as he was about to tell Feng Mu Ting to wait a while, two people finished eating and left.

When he was overjoyed, he immediately dragged Feng Muting to grab a seat.

Feng Muting didn't say anything, and let him lead him over, smiling at his anxious expression that he was afraid that someone would take his seat.

Before, he had never eaten at this kind of roadside stall, let alone competing for a seat here.

But Su Fuliu is happy, so he just stays with him.

They just arrived at the table, but before they had time to sit down, one of them sat down with one buttocks, and pushed Su Fuliu back a step.

Feng Muting supported Su Fuliu, looked at the man with blue veins, and kicked off the stool under the man's buttocks.

The man sat on the ground with his buttocks, and he was in pain.

Afterwards, he rubbed his butt and got up from the ground cursingly: "Who is looking for death!"

After he stood up, he looked at Feng Muting.

Feng Muting didn't say a word, just looked at him with a gloomy face.

He couldn't help trembling three times because of the awe-inspiring momentum.

He didn't even dare to look into Feng Muting's eyes, as if Feng Muting's eyes could kill him directly.

At this time, Feng Muting said slowly: "Who is courting death?"

The man felt as if he was in the twelfth winter, shaking like chaff: "I, I, I, I seek death, I seek death, I was wrong, I was wrong, please forgive me!"

Although Feng Muting was attacking that person, Su Fuliu was also a little scared, he secretly pulled Feng Muting's sleeve, and whispered: "My lord..."

Feng Muting glanced at Su Fuliu, he was afraid of frightening the rabbit, so he restrained his momentum, and said to the man, "Get lost."

"Yes, yes." The man immediately turned around and was about to run away.

As a result, Feng Muting shouted again: "Wait a minute!"

The man trembled, turned around and looked at him, thinking that he regretted letting him go, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

But Feng Muting said: "Bring the stool back to me and put it away!"

"Yes, yes." When the man heard this, he hurried over to move the stool pushed away by Feng Muting back and put it away, and then wiped it with his sleeve, "Please, please."

Feng Muting nodded in satisfaction and said, "Go on."

"Yes." The man immediately rolled away.

Afterwards, Feng Muting asked Su Fuliu to sit down, and he sat opposite to him.

Su Fuliu glanced around, the originally lively wonton stall was very quiet now, everyone was scared by Feng Muting and didn't even dare to eat wontons.

"Look, my lord, you have scared everyone." Su Fuliu said.

Feng Muting glanced at them, and said directly in a vibrating voice: "Why don't you eat, are you waiting for me to invite you to eat one by one?!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone felt as if their butts were on fire, and immediately ate up the wontons in the bowl.

Not long after, the wonton stall that hadn't found a seat was empty.

"My lord..." Su Fuliu yelled helplessly.

Feng Muting said: "It's much quieter now, we can have a good meal of wontons."

"..."

Then, the stall owner walked over tremblingly carrying two bowls of wontons.

Feng Muting frowned slightly: "Why are you trembling? If you spill it and burn me, I will cut off your hand!"

The stall owner was startled, and immediately gritted his teeth, forcing himself not to shiver.

It wasn't until he put the two bowls of wontons on the table intact that he breathed a sigh of relief: "My lord, please use it slowly."

After speaking, he immediately turned and left.

Feng Muting pushed one of the bowls in front of Su Fuliu: "The wonton you want is here, eat it quickly!"

That look with a smile on his face and tenderness in his eyes is completely different from the look of fierceness just now.

Su Fuliu shook his head somewhat dumbfounded, he sighed softly, and then said: "Well, the prince can eat too."

Feng Muting nodded, but did not move, but watched Su Fuliu eat.

Su Fuliu eats wontons one bite at a time, and they are delicious.

Feng Muting couldn't help asking: "This, is it delicious?"

Su Fuliu paused, then looked at him while chewing: "Ang...it's delicious, the prince will know if he tastes it himself?"

Feng Muting glanced down at the wonton in front of him.

Su Fuliu was taken aback for another moment, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and asked: "Your lord has never eaten, has he?"

Feng Muting coughed dryly: "I've never eaten here."

Su Fuliu understood immediately, and immediately laughed: "That's why I haven't eaten it, so my lord should try it quickly, it's not bad."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Feng Muting who was still hesitant, and directly scooped up a wonton from his bowl and fed it to Feng Muting's mouth: "My lord, open your mouth, ah—"