As a veteran foodie, Mr. Longzu suddenly discovered two new dishes, such as honey plums, small vermillion fruits and chicken beans.

So he picked up the chopsticks and started toward the little honey plum fruit that was closer to him.

When a small vermillion fruit was in the mouth, the eyes of the old master Longzu lit up: "This dish is sour and sweet, and it tastes very refreshing."

"Sweet?" The demon emperor Hanxing, who had originally hated sour food, immediately became interested and began to taste the honey plum fruit: "It's really refreshing, but it seems better if you get a little ice."

While scooping a large spoonful of chicken beans and eating them, Jiuying replied casually: "Yes. Miss Fengjiao said that this honey plum fruit is really better when it is frozen."

"Is that so? Then I have to talk to Miss Fengjiao. After the sacrificial ceremony, I will ask her to give me a jar of honey plum fruits, and eat them slowly after ice."

As soon as the Demon Emperor Han Xing said this, Feng Jiao's voice sounded behind him: "It is better to eat fresh food. A honey plum fruit like this is cold, even if it is frozen, it can only be stored for four or five days at most."

I noticed that a trace of loss flashed in the eyes of the demon emperor Hanxing. She hurriedly said, "However, if you like this kind of sweet and sour taste, I can make fried red fruit, hawthorn sauce, candied haws, etc. For hawthorn sauce, it will be stored for a longer time. There will be no problem within three months."

When the demon emperor Han Xing heard this, he raised his head and looked at Feng Jiao. There was an unconcealed smile in his evil peach blossom eyes.

After all, no one can reject the care of someone so attentive and so heartwarming about him.

Everyone in their team likes Feng Jiao very much.

Speaking of which, if it weren't for the appearance of Miss Fengjiao, a Zichen Emperor might not have such strong cohesion.

Feng Jiao was just talking, and she felt a hand on her shoulder: "Little chef, what are you talking about? Early in the morning, the dining room is so lively?"

It was Ling Yuan.

While talking, he did not forget to hold Feng Jiao's arm and declared sovereignty.

"A Yuan, you're here just the right time. I made two new side dishes today. This honey plum fruit is sweet and sour, and you probably don't like it very much. And you must like this chicken bean." Feng Jiao said, pulling Ling Yuan down and sitting down among the three staple meals. She selected a fresh milk steamed bun and a gold and silver silk roll for him, and thoughtfully served him a bowl of millet porridge.

These two people started showing their love again!

The demon emperor Han Xing twitched the corner of his mouth and suddenly found that Feng Jiao had changed into the light blue floral apron she usually used and put on an ugly snow satin apron!

"Hey, Miss Fengjiao, why does your apron look ugly? Do you don't use it? Do I want me to send someone out to buy you one?" He asked quickly.

After listening to the words of the demon emperor Han Xing, Ling Yuan's beauty in the prosperous era turned into a dark pot.

Feng Jiao also said unhappy: "Where is this apron ugly? Such a good apron, I must use it when the sacrificial ceremony is so important."
Chapter completed!