Evil Prince, Come Play With Me

How did what he liked to eat have anything to do with her? Lu Fenying snorted. “Your temper is getting worse.”

Mo Qian’er ignored him. She had nothing to eat, so she might as well sleep.

Lu Fenying ate two more pieces of beef and felt that they were delicious. He felt that Mo Qian’er needed to be taught a lesson, so he finished the whole box of beef jerky.

Mo Qian’er got up and wanted to drink some water, but she was as cold as the weather outside when she saw the empty food box.

Did he have to be so callous?!

This was a gift from her master. Was it really appropriate for the crown prince to be so callous?

She had to drink two cups of hot water to dispel the coldness in her heart.

The maids served some dishes again. This time, the chef was afraid that he would be sacked, and he was more careful with what he cooked this time.

There were noodles, dumplings, and fried rice.

Mo Qian’er finally ate some. Although it was still awful, she could only make do so that she didn’t starve.

Lu Fenying put down his chopsticks. “Red Wolf, find a restaurant in the town up ahead and buy a chef.”

This was still Southern Glory Empire. He should buy a chef here to bring back with them.

He knew that the chef he had brought was already at his limit.

“Yes… Your Highness, that girl is from the town up ahead. Should we ask her?”

Red Wolf made the suggestion when he saw that his master hadn’t eaten anything – it turned out it was the current chef whose cooking was bad.

“Go.” Lu Fenying waved his hand.

He couldn’t be bothered to give Red Wolf more detailed instructions. All Red Wolf needed to do was get him a good chef.

The food was awful.

He had actually eaten like this for more than ten years. Lu Fenying suddenly found it unbelievable.

What had his life been like before?

Red Wolf returned soon after. “Your Highness, that girl’s family owns a restaurant in town. Her father is a chef and the food he makes is delicious. She said that she can make a few dishes. Do you want her to make them?”

His master had to handle a lot of things and should eat his fill.

Lu Fenying looked at Mo Qian’er. “Then let her try.”

Mo Qian’er simply put down her chopsticks. If the woman could make something delicious, she would be overjoyed. At least she wouldn’t have to force herself to eat something so awful.

There was no oil or salt, and the food could be said to be utterly tasteless.

After Lu Fenying tasted it, he had someone take the food away again.

Mo Qian’er hadn’t eaten much and was a little hungry. She nestled down on the couch to wait.

The woman was quick. Soon, a maid served two dishes and a soup.

There was a bowl of spicy and sour chicken, a plate of spicy and sour fish head, and a bowl of tofu and vegetable soup.

Mo Qian’er glanced at it and ate silently.

Lu Fenying ate a few mouthfuls, and his eyes lit up. “Her skills are pretty good. Here, have some soup.”

As he spoke, he ladled out some soup for Mo Qian’er.

Mo Qian’er felt nauseated at the sight of the tofu.

She shook her head. “Your Highness, I’m full. You can take your time eating.”

Lu Fenying pulled a long face. “This food already isn’t bad. Don’t be picky.”

“I can’t eat spicy food. I don’t have an appetite.” Mo Qian’er just refused.

“Mo Qian’er, don’t act up. How do you know it isn’t good if you don’t try it?”

Lu Fenying pulled her over and forced a mouthful of soup into her mouth.

Mo Qian’er was about to spit it out, only to discover that it was surprisingly delicious. Even the tofu had become very soft and smooth, and it didn’t disgust her at all.

She hurriedly swallowed it. How could anyone make tofu so delicious?

“It seems that you like it.” Lu Fenying pushed the bowl to her. “Drink it all.”