The Divine Doctor: The Daughter Of The Frist Wife
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Seeing him standing there blankly, Feng Yu Heng angrily took out a few words from between his teeth. "Get that umbrella out of here!"
Xuan Tian Ming was confused. "Dear wife, hot outside."
He did not want to talk to the two anymore. It was noon. Why did they pretend to be gods while standing by the lake? His imagination was too active. Can he eat quietly? Could he?
A certain person ponders back and finally feels something is not right. Why did all the carriages on the side of the lake stop? Why don't they move? Also, what aunt bought a drooling egg? Young Miss on the other hand, did you cast a flirtatious look or roll your eyes? Your eyeballs are coming out! Girl over there, why do you have expectant eyes and teary eyes?
Feng Yu Heng followed all their gazes to find the source, finally landing on her husband's face. Then he became angry. "Your face is covered in a mask, and it is impossible to know if you are male or female, yet why are they still so attracted to you?"
He's not happy. Throwing away Xuan Tian Ming, he walked to the ferry on the lake. Xuan Tian Ming pushed Bai Ze, who was holding an umbrella, "Quickly dispose of his umbrella!" He then chased after Feng Yu Heng, "Uh, my dear wife! My dear wife, slow down a little. Listen to what this prince says ..."
From now on, with the God Restaurant as the center, rumors spread around the capital about the worrying ninth prince. The ninth prince was afraid of his wife. Apparently, there were a large number of people who formed the "Ninth Prince's Support Association" and the "Anti County Alliance Princess Ji An". But when they thought about how protective the ninth prince was towards his wife and how the county princess Ji An did not acknowledge her family, only acknowledged her husband, they decided to dissolve the association they had formed, he said, instead choose to quietly support their idol.
Of course, this is a story for another time. Right now, Feng Yu Heng was sitting in one of the private rooms of the God Restaurant and was doing battle with a large pig shoulder.
Xuan Tian Ming sat opposite him, drinking tea. It was just that the hand holding the cup was trembling slightly. Outside, Bai Ze was heard urging the staff. "That crispy fried pigeon, fast and fry faster."
Xuan Tian Ming looked at the girl in front of him mixing the soup from the pork shoulder with his rice then furiously slapped the table. "Damn! I said you can't eat properly in the Feng family. Every time I go to Feng's manor, I feel like you're getting thinner Look at you now, could it be that you haven't eaten to your fullness since returning?"
Feng Yu Heng finally looked up from the pig's shoulder and replied. "Actually, I ate at Tong Sheng's pavilion."
"Then the Tong Sheng pavilion needs a new chef!" He thought for a while and called Bai Ze inside, telling him. "Take a chef from the Dewa Restaurant and send him to the Tong Sheng pavilion to make food for the Princess."
Bai Ze nodded and went to take care of it.
At first, Feng Yu Heng wanted to say that there was no need for any trouble, but when he thought about the taste of this pig's shoulder, the word that had reached his lips was swallowed back. Rejecting the chef of the God Restaurant was something his mouth could not accept! Spooning two more mouthfuls of rice into his mouth, he finally felt full.
Xuan Tian Ming was completely unable to continue looking at his oil-stained mouth, as he took out his handkerchief and wiped his mouth. He then reminded her. "Eat a little slower. We are not in a hurry. If you eat slower, you'll be able to eat more." After Xuan Tian Ming finished speaking, he discovered that Feng Yu Heng had completely ignored him. Instead, he began to do battle with the fried pigeons he had just served. After glaring at the waiter, who retreated with a frightened expression, he had to say. "Based on how you look when you eat, an outsider might think you're pregnant."
What can he say. After watching the girl eat for two hours, she finally cleared everything on the table. Only then did he sigh in relief and with a heart asked. "Do you want to order again?"
Feng Yu Heng shook his head, "No need." He then asked. "When we go for a while, will the chef come with us?"
He's nodding.
"That's great. I'll eat slowly when I get home tonight."
Xuan Tian Ming was on the verge of collapse, "My wife, tell me. What the hell is going on?"
Feng Yu Heng shook his head, "It's nothing. Seeing you attract so many views, I turned my anger into hunger."
"Oh!" An expression of excitement appeared on Xuan Tian Ming's face, "It's a pity that the two of us knew each other later on. Otherwise, if you had met this prince when I was in my golden age and did not wear this mask, would you not have eaten my God's Restaurant to the point of going bankrupt."
Feng Yu Heng rolled her eyes, "Currently, only my bad eyes made me fall in love with you. Who didn't notice you before."
Xuan Tian Ming narrowed his eyes, and the purple lotus between his eyebrows fused together. He had caught the important word, "Which one before?"
Feng Yu Heng was sipping tea to help deliver the food and nearly strangled himself to death. "I mean before going to the Northwest. I like who I am now, so I feel like the old me wasn't me."
He simply teased her and casually asked. This was the dignified ninth prince's wife, how could she not investigate it. He knew for a long time that there was something about this. But it's not important. What he wanted was the current girl. If it was changed to the first one, he would definitely not accept it.
"After not coming to eat at the God's Restaurant for over half a year, aren't you overwhelmed by its delicacy?" He took the initiative to change the topic. This girl had asked him out, and he had thought something had happened at first, but now it seemed like he was just hungry.
"Xuan Tian Ming." He leaned forward to discuss with her. "When we return to the military camp, can we bring the chef who will go to the county princess palace? After all, once we leave, he won't do anything. Let's get him to the military camp! I'm begging you."
"Look at yourself." He reached out and poked his little nose, but he kept saying. "Of course."