Chapter 88
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Xuan Yi looked up at the sky in resignation.
Not good? You didn't even move your eyes away if it wasn't delicious? You wolfed it down?
More importantly, you would have tricked me into eating it if it hadn't tasted good! Feng the Third!
Despite his stern demeanor, Xuan Yi was a young man after all, and his curiosity was piqued. Recalling that he hadn't said anything bad about Feng Wu before, Xuan Yi went up to her and took an apron from her.
Feng Wu was speechless.
Xuan Yi didn't even look at Feng Wu. He sat down next to Feng Xun, picked up a pair of chopsticks, picked up a piece of elk meat from the bowl of chili oil, and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Hm?"
Xuan Yi froze on the spot!
It was so spicy!
It was so numb!
Hot sweat instantly appeared on his forehead, and even his eyes were filled with tears. Even his nose was spewing hot air!
He had been tricked by Feng Xun!
That was Xuan Yi's first thought. He wanted to throw his chopsticks away and leave right away, but —
After the initial numbing sensation, Xuan Yi felt something he had never experienced before, and he couldn't stand up … It was such a strange feeling. He was tearing up from the spiciness, but he wouldn't let go of his chopsticks. What on earth was going on?
Determined to figure it out, Xuan Yi picked up the meat a second time, a third, and a fourth time … Even he didn't realize it, but he was picking up the food faster and faster, until he was almost as fast as Feng Xun.
Fairy Muyao was dumbfounded. She had to be imagining things.
Seeing Jun Linyuan standing there with a frown on his face, Feng Xun said, "Boss Jun, if you don't like it, why don't you leave? I promise I'll catch up with you as soon as we're done! "
Jun Linyuan's face had darkened to the point that it was as dark as a pan and as dark as a haze. A chilly aura spread out from him, and the temperature in the room dropped several degrees.
Feng Wu looked from Feng Xun to Jun Linyuan and said politely, "Your Royal Highness, would you like some?"
Feng Xun mumbled as he picked up some meat, "Feng Wu, stop it. Do you know who Boss Jun is? Xuan Yi and I are the only ones who can eat your coarse food. How can we let Boss Jun eat this? That's blasphemy! "
Jun Linyuan was speechless.
His face, which was already dark enough, instantly turned so dark … that ink seemed to drip out.
Feng Wu said, "I see."
Feng Yiran threw a dirty look at Feng Wu. "What did you cook? How dare he greet the Crown Prince? Do you want to die?! "
After that, Feng Yiran bowed to Jun Linyuan and said in an almost obsequious tone, "Your Royal Highness, the chef here is quite good. Why don't you come with me to the main hall —"
Just when everyone thought that Jun Linyuan was going to leave, he brushed Feng Yiran aside, walked up to the table, and sat down. The chilly air continued to emanate from him.
Feng Wu rubbed her nose. Why did it seem to her that the crown prince was acting in a fit of pique? He reminded her of Feng Xiaoqi's childish behavior when he threw a tantrum.
Wait, who was Jun Linyuan? That was a supreme powerhouse who could transform into a genius in a fit of rage. How could he possibly act out of spite? Isn't that too laughable?
Feng Xun was surprised to see Jun Linyuan sit down as well, but he soon realized what was going on. He smiled at Jun Linyuan. "This stewed radish with bacon tastes light. It suits you."
But Feng Wu realized that —
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