The next day, the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month of this year, the day before the wedding ceremony of Feng Jiao and Ling Yuan.

The weather was dry and cold, and the north wind was raging like a knife, which was surprisingly cold.

The entire Emperor's Mansion has been newly decorated and cleaned.

There are red colors everywhere, and the joy is full of joy.

Early in the morning of that day, Feng Jiao cooked three large pots of Laba porridge.

She had entrusted Chen Xuan and Qianmo to take a pot of porridge to the airport under construction, as well as Master Yun Jin, Lao Lu, Lao Dong and others who were developing the aircraft.

She brought a pot of Laba porridge to the Emperor's Mansion in person, and specially brought a warm breakfast to the servants who helped to arrange the wedding, Yuming, Lingshan and Zhuer.

"Everyone just stop doing what they do, come and drink a bowl of hot Laba porridge." Feng Jiao said.

Her Laba porridge contains rice, peanuts, red dates, red beans, oatmeal rice, lotus seeds, longan and tremella. It is fragrant and sweet, glutinous and smooth, and I don’t know how good the taste is.

In this cold and cold season, people who need to work outside have a bowl of it, which is the best way to drive away the cold and keep warm.

After personally distributing Laba porridge to everyone, Feng Jiao walked towards Ling Yuan's study.

She knew that Ling Yuan didn't like too sweet things, so she specially cooked the salty Laba porridge for him according to Ling Yuan's taste.

"Ayuan, I'm sending you Laba porridge. I know there is no custom of drinking Laba porridge in the spiritual world. However, in such a cold and the north wind is howling, drinking some hot things before working can not only drive away the cold and keep warm, but also replenish your physical strength and energy, and you will get twice the result with half the effort when doing things."

Breathing the aroma of the salty Laba porridge, Ling Yuan felt that the study, which was deserted and full of seriousness, was becoming warm at this moment.

"Little chef, come and sit here, let's have porridge together." He looked at her and smiled, his eyes and eyebrows were all gentle.

"Okay. I've also made you a bun with three fresh stuffings." Feng Jiao smiled and walked over, taking out the steaming Laba porridge and buns from the space.

The two sat down and looked at each other and laughed.

Ling Yuan used a spoonful of Laba porridge and put it into his mouth, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "The taste of this Laba porridge is really good, better than the skin egg lean meat porridge and cloud sliced ​​ham porridge I drink on weekdays!"

"Of course." Feng Jiao smiled and said, "I added your favorite sausages, thin bacon, diced bamboo shoots and incense ham to this Laba porridge. How could this taste not be good?"

"Little chef, do you think you are still satisfied with the arrangements of the Emperor's Mansion? After all, from tomorrow, you will live here with me and be the hostess here." Ling Yuan said.

Ling Yuan felt that since Feng Jiao was her wife and the owner of the ancient phoenix, it was not an exaggeration to say that she was the contemporary phoenix master. Therefore, many golden phoenix-shaped decorations were arranged in the entire Emperor's Mansion.

Feng Jiao likes it very much.

The golden phoenixes that were flapping their wings and about to fly looked very rich and festive, and they also matched the arrangement of the wedding scene.

"A Yuan, thank you for always being so kind to me. I like your design and layout very much." Feng Jiao smiled and said warmly.
Chapter completed!