This feeling is completely different from when the two of them were together in the palace. They can't describe what they were like. In short, their hearts suddenly became soft. They strode forward and no longer sat down opposite her, so they simply squeezed together with the little girl.

Su Wanrong was still sitting on the rattan chair that she had been sitting in the afternoon.

The rattan chair was originally sitting alone, but because Su Wanrong was petite, she barely had a seat. The big and thick man insisted on sitting up with her, and his strong thighs were tightly close to her, and suddenly it became very crowded.

The chair was specially arranged for him on the opposite side. The man didn't sit there, but he wanted to steal her. He was so big that he couldn't move his arms around him. How did she eat? The eyebrows frowned and she couldn't help but reach out to push.

"Get up, I'm so crowded. Go and sit in your own chair."

Yinmang also felt a little crowded.

He nodded, but did not move back to sit in his position. He held her little waist up and lifted her up, and held her sideways to his lap without changing his face.

Yi Cui and Ningxiang, who were beside him, saw this scene, looked at the nose and nose, looked at the heart, lowered their heads, and left the door outside the house without a surprise.

Su Wanrong was slightly stunned and subconsciously wanted to go on.

"Just eat like this, it's convenient." Yinmang stretched out his arms and hugged her soft waist in time, and said so calmly in his mouth.

What's so convenient? She is not a child. Can't she be held in her arms and feeding her with a meal?

Su Wanrong murmured in her heart.

After trying to struggle for a few times, the arms around her waist became tighter and tighter. So Su Wanrong stopped moving. The men on both sides liked to be pressed by others, so let him press it like this.

The spoiled little girl went out for the first time and lived in Linxian Village. She was unfamiliar with the place. Since this morning, the girl was in a bad mood. She originally planned to accompany her, but she was just in a hurry to talk about the situation in Xixia with Zhao Long. The relationship between the two countries is now extremely tense. It is important to coax the little girl, but government affairs should not be delayed.

Now that the work has been done, he rushed back without stopping, pinching the little girl's soft little hand, lowering his head and asking softly, "Have you waited for me for a long time?"

Su Wanrong naturally shook her head without hesitation.

Yinmang said again: "Are you hungry? If you are hungry, eat quickly to avoid getting cold."

So the two started having meals.

It should be influenced by the conversation with the Zhao girl just now. At the moment of supper, Su Wanrong subconsciously focused a little on every dish that the man had put.

Zhao's mother was a real person, and with the reception of the emperor and the empress, the supper was also very rich. The meat dishes were stewed with mushrooms, beef and dried bamboo shoots, and a steamed fish. Vegetarian dishes included sour soup, cabbage, yam and horseshoe soup, and a dish of braised eggplant.

The man really has a lot of appetite. Su Wanrou had just finished drinking a bowl of millet porridge, but half of the bowl of Yinmang was gone. After sweeping the wooden chopsticks, half of the beef stewed with dried bamboo shoots and put them in her bowl. During this period, he picked up two pieces from time to time and put them in her bowl. It seems that he really likes to eat beef...

Is it that delicious?

It's like I haven't eaten meat in half my life.

Yinmang was indeed hungry, and compared to the delicacies in the palace, eating these farm meals made him feel more delicious.

After a while, I had eaten half full, but lowered my head but saw the little girl in my arms, and I didn't know what was wrong. She sat there motionlessly with her lips pursed. The bowl she held in her hand had almost no movement.

"What's wrong?" He put down the wooden chopsticks in his hand, put his arms around her waist, and lowered his head and asked, "Is it the dish that suits your taste? Is it a few more dishes you like to eat?"

At noon, the little girl's appetite was obviously pretty good, so he gave up the idea of ​​asking Zhao Long to go to the nearby town to buy some food in the restaurant. At this moment, he suddenly stopped eating again. The delicate little girl always had a hard time taking care of her taste.

Su Wanrong wouldn't tell him that she suddenly lost her appetite because she was thinking about something. She responded vaguely, then picked up the bowls and chopsticks and stuttered in small stutters.

The little girl looks beautiful and eats the simple and simple food from the farm, and her delicate appearance is also very pleasing to the eye.

Seeing that she was burying her head, Yinmang almost only moved the sour soup cabbage in front of her. He couldn't stand it anymore, so he picked up two large pieces of chicken and put them into her bowl.

"How can you always eat vegetables and leaves? It's because of your picky eater, so you never get flesh on your body."

After hearing this, Su Wanrong's eyes fell to the corner of the table as if nothing had happened.

The plate of braised eggplant was served from the table, and it was full of no one cared about it.

The man never moved a single chopstick from beginning to end, and his attitude was very strong when he swept through other meat and vegetables like the wind-swept the wreckage at that time.

"Brother Amang has a lot of appetite and can eat three big bowls per meal. He likes to eat beef and mutton the most, and he doesn't like to eat eggplant the most..."

Zhao Yuan's crisp and sweet voice came to his mind for no reason.

The farm girl surnamed Zhao knew him so well that whenever she called him "Brother Ah Mang", her voice was sweet and soft, and her bright apricot eyes were even brighter, which looked unusual. Su Wanrong thought to herself, no matter what the man was thinking now, when he lived in Linxian Village a few years ago, he had been more or less ambiguous with Zhao Yuan for a while.

The farmer and the farmer's daughter, the man has love and the concubine has intention...

The strange and unfamiliar bad mood in my heart rose again, and I couldn't help but turn cold and said sarcastically: "Your Majesty is also picky about food as an emperor. I just prefer vegetarian food, so what can I do?"

Yinmang paused slightly.

The little girl tightened her tender and white face and raised her chin. Yinmang looked sideways and saw the plate of braised eggplant full of oil, and was stunned for a moment.

He really doesn't eat eggplant very much, but he didn't expect the little girl to notice this.

Actually, I can’t say I don’t like it very much. It’s just that the eggplant tastes soft and I can’t get used to it.

If there are other choices, he will not touch the eggplant. But if he has to eat it, he will naturally be able to eat it. After all, when he was in a marching war, he was so hungry that he could even put some snakes, scorpions, insects, and even barks. What is a plate of braised eggplant with seasonings?

Yinmang didn't know that the little girl was talking to a plate of dishes, but when she looked at her pursed lips, she looked cute. She felt happy and deliberately teased her: "How can I be the same as you? I don't eat eggplant, but I still have tall and strong births. And what about you? You are picky about food every day, look at your thinness, your legs are not as thick as my arms."

Su Wanrong felt that a man was so worried about her. He just didn't like to eat eggplant, so he said that.

Of course, he was not willing to be outdone. He retorted in a flat voice: "I need to go to the battlefield to fight, nor do I need to go to the ground to farm. What's the use of being as tall as Your Majesty? Do not do to others what I do not want others to do to you. In short, if Your Majesty can't get rid of the problem of picky food by himself, don't force others to change it."

"Oh?" Yinmang raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "What do you mean is that as long as I eat eggplant, will you get rid of your picky food?"

Su Wanrong sneered, and without thinking, she said, "That's natural. As long as Your Majesty can eat this plate of eggplant, I can finish all the leftover dishes on the table."

Of course, Su Wanrong just said this casually, and even had a bit of mocking meaning in it. After all, men "didn't like eating eggplant the most", Su Wanrong decided that he would not dare to eat up the whole plate of braised eggplant alone.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words were finished, the man behind him seemed to smile.

Unable to wait for her to think about it, a deep palm had already stretched out and directly held the wooden chopsticks in front of her. Then, a man's low and smiling voice came from his ears:

"This is what you said, I've recorded it."

Then, under Su Wanrong's more surprised gaze, the man calmly picked up a piece of oily eggplant and stuffed it into his mouth.

The man's mouth was bigger than her and he ate faster. In a while, the stewed eggplant in oil was wiped out completely. He even had the soup stained with buckwheat cakes and ate it without a drop.

Su Wanrong was stunned.

Yinmang put the wooden chopsticks on the porcelain bowl in front of the little girl, wrapped his long arms back into her slender waist, and his thin lips approached, biting the little girl's tender earlobe with one bite.

He smiled and said, "What are you doing when you sit stupidly? I have finished eating my eggplant. You have to eat all the remaining dishes obediently."

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This chapter is a bit short, and it will be long for the second update! Don't worry.

Mainly, I stayed up late last night to see the little beauty of our youth, but I couldn't get up this morning
Chapter completed!