"Of course." Di Mingjue snorted disdainfully.

Who else can do it except me?

Muyan was really shocked this time, "You cook for me with your own hands?"

"Of course!" was the same answer.

"But why?"

He is obviously a high-ranking emperor, but to him, this person from Yanwu Continent is just an insignificant ant.

Obviously...he should be someone who is admired by all the people in the world and whom all women flock to and fall in love with like crazy.

Why would such a person put on such a ridiculous apron and wash his hands and make soup for himself?

Di Mingjue moved slightly closer to her and said slowly, "Because, Muyan, the food you cook is too unpalatable and not good for your health."

The veins on Muyan's forehead suddenly jumped.

This bastard! Everything about being moved is just a cloud.

She raised the corners of her lips and revealed a smile that was both mocking and seductive, "It's not good for your health. Why did Lord Junshang eat so much that day? I thought Lord Junshang was very satisfied with my craftsmanship!"

"Yes, I'm satisfied." Di Mingjue said without changing his expression, "As long as it's made by Muyan, I'm satisfied. Even if I eat it for the rest of my life, it doesn't matter."

Muyan was stunned for a moment.

But he heard Di Mingjue continue: "But you and Xiaobao can't. You are weak, and Xiaobao is still a child, so you can't eat those things... From now on, give me the food you make, and I will be responsible for your diet."

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"I said, as long as you like the chef who makes these dishes, you can keep him with you for the rest of your life."

Muyan stared at him blankly, her ears roaring, and for a moment she seemed to be able to hear the deafening heartbeat.

Her heart almost jumped out of her chest.

She thought that there might not be another person in this world who could forget his identity and do anything inconsistent with his identity for her like the man in front of her.

Muyan had a bad feeling.

If only Di Mingjue's feelings had always been so fierce and determined.

If she continues to spend time with this man day and night, she will soon...be unable to keep her heart.

"Why are you looking at me so stupidly?" Di Mingjue frowned slightly and put some food on her plate again. His movements were gentle, but his tone was a bit unkind, "Even if you want to cultivate the Dark Cloud Spirit Flower, you have to eat. If you let her do it again in the future,

I know you haven't eaten anything for four hours and only played the piano, so you don't want to see Xiaobao again."

This time, Muyan rarely disagreed with him.

Instead, he silently put the dish that Di Mingjue brought over into his mouth.

The stir-fried vegetables are spicy and delicious, but when Muyan eats them, she only feels a touch of sourness and a touch of sweetness.

He saw that Di Mingjue was still picking up food for him.

Muyan suddenly picked up a piece of shrimp and stuffed it into Di Mingjue's mouth, "Don't you want to try your handiwork?"

Di Mingjue was startled for a moment, then he chewed the shrimp into his stomach expressionlessly.

No one noticed that the base of his ears secretly turned red.

The corners of his mouth also turned up in a slight arc.

Immediately afterwards, he coughed lightly and said, "I'm hungry too, please continue to feed me."

He would not say that his current body does not need to eat any food at all.

Even in Yanwu Continent, there is no hunger at all.

Muyan blinked, "Aren't the chopsticks right there?"

The man opposite frowned, looking very unhappy, "I'm tired."

So tired that you don’t even have the energy to eat?

But have the strength to pick up a lot of vegetables for her?
Chapter completed!