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

Su Fuliu chased after her out of breath, and took back her money bag from the thief who fell to the ground.

Then he looked at the person who helped him, and couldn't help but asked in surprise: "Master?"

Xiao Nian nodded with a smile.

"Thank you for your help. If it weren't for your help, I would definitely not be able to get back the small purse."

Xiao Nian shook his head and said with a smile: "What's the use of saying thank you, accompany me to have a cup of tea to show sincerity."

Su Fuliu looked at the time, with an apologetic expression on his face: "I'm really sorry, my son, I still have something to do. When I have a chance next time, let alone drink tea with my son, so what if I don't get drunk and come home with him?" ?”

Xiao Nian chuckled lightly: "Okay, since you are not free today, then you can make an appointment for a while, and I will be ready, and I will never get drunk with you."

Su Fuliu thought about it, he has to serve Feng Muting every day, that means he is not free every day, if he went back today and cooked delicious food for Feng Muting, Feng Muting would be happy, he would tell Feng Muting It's not a problem to take a vacation and come out for a while.

So, he replied: "Then let's go tonight, I think the younger one should be free."

"Okay, then it's settled, we'll see you at Tianweilou tonight." Xiao Nian was overjoyed.

Su Fuliu smiled, then nodded emphatically, still thinking in her heart that this prince is really close to the people, he has no airs of prince at all, obviously he helped him, but in the end he had to invite him to drink and eat.

Therefore, he didn't quite understand why Feng Muting said that Xiao Nian was not a good person.

"Then, let's go first, little one, see you tonight!" Su Fuliu waved to Xiao Nian, and then hurried back with the basket on his shoulders and the fish that were still alive and kicking.

After returning, Su Fuliu started to work in the kitchen.

After finishing his work, the sky gradually darkened, and he came to the study with the cooked fish soup.

Originally, Feng Muting was still busy, but he smelled the smell of fish soup from afar, so he put down the folder in his hand, sat at the table over there, and waited for Su Fuliu to come in with the fish soup.

After a while, Su Fuliu came in: "My lord, the fresh and delicious fish soup is ready!"

As soon as he came in, he saw that Feng Muting had already sat down.

Just smiled, and then went to put the fish soup on the table.

"The fish soup this time is even better than last time, please try it soon, my lord?" Su Fuliu said confidently.

Feng Muting nodded, first lowered his head and smelled it: "It really smells delicious, as for whether it is better than last time, we have to taste it to know."

Su Fuliu said confidently: "Then prince, try it quickly, it must be better than last time."

Feng Muting smiled, and then took the fish soup that Su Fuliu gave him.

Su Fuliu stood there, staring at him closely, waiting for his evaluation.

When he finished tasting this, Su Fuliu hurriedly asked: "How is it, how is it, is it better than last time?!"

Feng Muting did not answer, but continued to drink.

After the bowl of fish soup was gone, he put down the bowl and said: "Well, your cooking skills are even inferior to the royal chef in the palace. Every time you taste the fish soup you make At that time, this king felt that he was enjoying himself, that he was being served, other than that, besides making this king angry and dumbfounded, what else do you have?"

Su Fuliu was left speechless by what Feng Muting said, but he was very depressed. Feng Muting was clearly praising him that the fish soup was delicious, why would he add such a sentence later.

"The little one must work hard to be praised by the prince in every way."

Feng Muting nodded: "It's good for you to have such an awareness."

Su Fuliu rolled his eyes, and then filled another bowl for Feng Muting: "My lord, eat more."

"Ah."

Su Fuliu saw that Feng Muting was very satisfied with his drink, so he tried to say: "My lord...I want to... want to take a leave..."