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

Feng Muting looked at Su Fuliu flattered, opened his mouth immediately, and ate the wonton he fed.

Su Fuliu blinked and looked at him: "How is it, my lord, is it delicious?"

Feng Muting tasted it carefully: "Mmm, it's sweet."

Su Fuliu was stunned: "Sweet?"

Then, he tasted another one, which was obviously salty.

Just when he felt strange, a wonton suddenly appeared near his mouth.

He looked up and saw that it was Feng Muting who also scooped up a wonton and fed it: "Taste it and see if it's sweet."

Su Fuliu was curious, so he ate it in one bite, but no matter how he ate it, it was salty, where did the sweetness come from?

"Is there something wrong with my sense of taste?" Su Fuliu asked.

"Ok?"

"This, it's not sweet, it's obviously salty!"

After Feng Muting heard this, he felt a little unhappy.

Seeing him like this, Su Fuliu couldn't help being taken aback: "What's wrong with the prince?"

"What you feed this king, whether it is sweet, sour, bitter, hot, salty, has only one taste for this king, and that is sweet, the sweetness that touches your heart, but you say that what this king feeds you is salty, so you You don't feel sweet at all with this king?"

After hearing this, Su Fuliu finally understood, it turned out that what Feng Muting said was sweet was the kind of sweetness in his heart, not that this wonton was sweet.

Seeing Feng Muting's little dissatisfaction, he laughed: "This wonton must be salty, but my heart is sweet."

When Feng Muting heard this, his mood turned from cloudy to clear in an instant: "Are you enough, enough to eat this king's bowl?"

"My lord, eat it. I can only eat this much if I have enough, and I have to save my stomach to eat other things." Seeing that he was finally healed, Su Fuliu breathed a sigh of relief.

He felt a little strange, shouldn't it be Feng Muting coaxing him, why did he end up coaxing Feng Muting?

"That's right." Feng Muting nodded.

After eating, Feng Muting was ready to pay the bill.

The stall owner came over timidly: "My lord is coming to this small wonton stall, how can the small one accept your money?"

But Su Fuliu said: "It's not easy for you to start a small business, we should pay you money if we eat your food."

After Feng Muting heard this, he slapped the broken silver on the table.

To him, it was obviously just an ordinary movement, and it didn't use much force, but it scared the stall owner into a shudder.

"Fu Liu told you to keep it, so you keep it!" Feng Muting said.

"Yes, yes, take the small ones, take them." The stall owner nodded hastily.

Afterwards, Feng Muting and Su Fuliu left.

Seeing them leaving, the stall owner immediately slumped on the stool, clutching the broken silver, and burst into tears.

Not moved, but frightened.

"My lord, look quickly, there is a seller of candied haws in front." Su Fuliu's sharp eyes saw the candied haws in front of him.

"Well, let's go buy it." Feng Muting pulled Su Fuliu and walked towards the candied haws seller.

After arriving, Feng Muting said, "Come to string candied haws."

"Okay, just pick any string."

Feng Muting looked at Su Fuliu: "You choose."

Su Fuliu looked around, and then chose a bunch of big and red ones: "That's it."

"Okay." Feng Muting smiled, ready to pay the bill.

Su Fuliu happily bit off a whole one and put it in his mouth, one side of his face instantly swelled up.

Just when he patted Feng Muting lightly and was about to give him one too, he suddenly saw an acquaintance walking from the crowd.

The man seemed to have seen him too, and waved to him.

It's over.

Su Fuliu was so panicked that his palms were sweating.

But Feng Muting looked at him and said: "What's the matter, do you want to give this king a taste too?"