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

After Su Fuliu finished speaking, he took the chopsticks and came over. He looked at the "ink potato shreds" in front of him, and couldn't help swallowing, thinking that he was greedy for the food.

But everyone present understood that it was not greedy.

Feng Muting was about to stop Su Fuliu again, but saw that the chopsticks in his hand had caught the potato shreds.

Su Fuliu, who originally only planned to taste a piece of shredded potato, was afraid that this would embarrass Feng Muting. If so, he might as well just say not to eat it. Since he intends to eat it, he must act like he is eating it.

So he took a big mouthful of potato shreds and put it in his mouth.

All eyes were on him.

Bai Yulang couldn't help asking: "Brother Liu, how's it going, isn't it super nasty?"

Su Fuliu swallowed the mouthful of shredded potatoes, with a slightly uncomfortable expression on her face, but it wasn't very obvious.

Feng Muting knew that it must be unpalatable, Su Fuliu just controlled his expression to protect his face.

Otherwise, if it were Bai Yulang, he would have thrown his chopsticks straight away.

"It's, it's okay, it's just a little salty and a little bitter, it's really good for the prince to cook like this for the first time." Su Fuliu replied.

Bai Yulang looked at him in disbelief: "Really, why am I so unbelievable? There is also fish soup, brother Liu, do you still want to try fish soup?"

Su Fuliu nodded: "Of course I have to taste it."

As he spoke, he brought another spoon, took a spoonful of fish soup and took a sip.

The three people in front of him were all sharp-eyed people, although Su Fuliu had tried hard to suppress the feeling of nausea, they could still see it.

Feng Muting stretched out his hand and grabbed Su Fuliu's wrist: "It's alright, just taste it, let's eat the dishes made by Miracle Doctor Lu, and I will pour these away."

Su Fuliu looked at him, as long as the two dishes made by Fanfeng Muting were slightly palatable, he could eat them all.

However, the two bites he had just tasted almost didn't make him lose his wits.

So there is nothing he can do to help, he can't just give up his life for this "love".

He had already tasted every dish, so it was not a waste of Feng Muting's thought.

So, after hearing Feng Muting finished speaking, he nodded: "Okay."

Seeing that Su Fuliu agreed directly now instead of stopping him like before, Feng Muting felt a little depressed.

But what he was depressed about was nothing but his own "amazing" cooking talent.

He could only pick up the two dishes that he had been busy working for half a day, and walked over to throw them away.

When he came back, Su Fuliu had already served him a meal, and motioned him to come and sit down to eat.

It was the first time the four of them ate at the small square table in the kitchen.

Lu Chimo put vegetables into Bai Yulang's bowl: "Yulang ordered this, Yulang taste it quickly and see if he is satisfied."

Bai Yulang nodded with a smile, and then started to eat: "Wow, senior brother, you are really hiding your secrets, these dishes are all delicious, they are really at the level of a chef!"

"As long as Yulang is satisfied." Lu Chimo smiled, and added vegetables to his bowl.

Su Fuliu glanced at Feng Muting, who was still a little depressed, and then put some food in his bowl: "My lord has been busy for so long, it's hard work, hurry up and eat!"

Feng Muting looked at the dishes in the bowl and became even more depressed.

Seeing him like this, Su Fuliu had no choice but to coax him: "Why doesn't the lord eat, maybe he's too tired and doesn't want to move, you want me to feed it? Oh, really, well then, the lord opens his mouth, ah—"