Star Beast World: Little Rose is the most beautiful female!

Chapter 229 Do you want to starve me to death?
The steward led Jing Weisha to the small kitchen of the palace. The things used on Beast Star were different from those on Blue Star. Many of the ingredients were ones she had never seen on Blue Star. She didn't know if it was because this was the royal palace and the food was different.

"Miss Jing, can you cook?" the steward asked a little worriedly. After all, no female would do these servants' jobs.

"Yes." She has always cooked for herself on Blue Star. Her cooking skills are not that great, but at least the food is not bad.

"That's good. Your Highness still needs my service at any time. I have to go first. There are robots here. I can ask them to assist you. If you need me for anything else, you can come to me at any time."

"Okay, go ahead."

This was her first time entering the kitchen since coming to Beast Star. All the products were high-tech, which she had never come across before on Blue Star. Even with a robot directing her, she cooked very slowly. Fortunately, the finished product looked good and smelled good.

In order to cook the noodles, she first stewed chicken soup and added many kinds of ingredients to the soup.

In the restaurant, Jing Weisha stood beside the dining table. Among the pile of golden plates on the table, there was a blue and white porcelain soup bowl.

When Alja came over, her hair had been blown dry. Her light golden hair was slightly curled, and a long braid on the left side hung on her clothes, like a golden flower, so beautiful.

He also changed into a clean lavender Gothic-style gorgeous gown with a wide leather belt tied around his waist, showing off his slender figure. There was a large area of gold embroidery on the clothes, and the exquisite and shining metal and gem ornaments were chic and fancy.

The clothes were gaudy and extravagant, but on him, they displayed a romantic nobility.

However, what he wears every day is either red, purple or floral, the most fancy, complicated and cumbersome the best. Is this the traditional aesthetic of the nobles of the West Asian Empire?
"Have you thought about the explanation?" he said in a contemptuous tone.

Jing Weisha nodded, "I've thought about it."

"Then let's talk." Alja lifted up his robe, stepped out his long legs and sat down on the chair.

The blue and white porcelain soup bowl was right in front of him.

In the soup bowl, there was a full bowl of noodles, with two poached eggs floating on top.

Is this also today's dinner? How did you arrange it so simply?
It smells pretty good though.

It was the first time that such shabby food appeared on his table.

"The eldest prince came over at that time, and we chatted for a while. We talked about Hilser and Stu. I wanted to meet them, so I asked him to help me."

Arnold had been beaten by Alja and was vomiting blood. It was quite miserable. She also got his bracelet back. She accepted the matter of going to his palace.

"Let him help you." Alja sneered, "It's not that simple, right?"

Jing Weisha dodged her gaze, but insisted, "It's really like this, it hasn't even started yet and you're here."

"Okay, it hasn't started yet." When you start, do you want to kiss me?
She's quite amazing that she even likes Arnold, who looks like a sissy!
She wanted to continue explaining, but Aljia said first: "If I let him help you with just this little thing, I am the evildoer who broke up the couple and prevented them from meeting each other, right?"

Jing Weisha really wanted to say, aren’t you like that?

"I'm telling you, don't think that Arnold is a better person than me. You've been fooled once, and yet you dare to follow him around. Are you attracted by his appearance, or are you really stupid? Why would he help you, a female of the enemy monarch? A female like you should use the greatest malice to figure out who approaches you, regardless of whether it's a man or a woman. Do you understand?"

Alja's charming and handsome face was cold, his chin tilted up, revealing a diamond-cut jawline. The cold light of the crystal lamp shone on his face, and his extremely three-dimensional and exquisite facial features made him look arrogant and rude.

"And you, too?"

Alja's face darkened, "Except me."

"Because I just kidnapped you, I didn't get close to you."

Okay, the right of interpretation is his.

"Do you have any other questions?" she asked.

"That's all. If you have any more to add, I'm listening."

"Well, happy birthday to you. This is the longevity noodles I cooked for you." Alejia was startled and turned to look at Jing Weisha, with a hint of surprise flashing in his charming eyes.

The little girl stood beside him obediently, clutching the hem of her skirt with her two little hands, perhaps out of nervousness or boredom, and her expression was obedient, like a child who was being lectured.

Happy birthday, how long has it been since he heard this?

He himself doesn't like celebrating his birthday, nor does he like noisy places full of extravagance and decadence.

To put it bluntly, he doesn't want to associate with those vulgar people, so he never holds so-called birthday parties, and no one knows his birthday at all.

Besides, the only meaning of his birthday is to record the number of years he has grown older.

Is this bowl of noodles the birthday gift she gave him?

It's quite special, no wonder it smells so good.

He shifted his gaze back to the blue and white porcelain soup bowl on the table, but he had no intention of taking action. "So what?"

"So, you don't want to eat?" Jing Weisha frowned slightly, and her clear and bright eyes were tinged with a hint of loss.

At least give it a taste.

"Humph."

Aljia snorted coldly, and that word "hump" revealed a shrewd simplicity.

"There's not even any cutlery, and you're going to let me eat with my hands? Is that how Shen Que and Luo Ang in your family eat noodles?"

Jing Weisha then noticed that she had forgotten to bring him cutlery when she was serving the food.

She turned around to get the tableware from the cupboard and silently pushed it in front of Alja.

Alejia held the chopsticks with his fair and slender fingers, picked up a noodle and brought it to his mouth, his demeanor maintaining the elegance of an aristocrat.

When the steward passed by, he happened to see their Second Prince eating noodles one by one, and was a little surprised.

Is the Second Prince eating so elegantly? He usually eats normally.

As soon as he put the noodles into his mouth, Jing Weisha couldn't wait to ask: "How does it taste? Is it delicious?"

Alejia swallowed the noodles in her mouth, glanced at the little guy who was looking at her expectantly, opened her lips and uttered harsh words: "Why, I said it was delicious, do you want to stuff me to death?"

Jing Weisha pursed her rose-petal-like red lips and said, "No."

"Then could you please stop standing and supervise me while I eat and sit down to eat too?"

Her eyes were gentle and bright like the stars in the night sky, lively and cute, without any aggressiveness, but they made him feel very uncomfortable.

He had never reacted like this when being stared at by anyone before.

Jing Weisha sat one seat away from Alejia, and would glance at Alejia from time to time.

He eats so slowly, could it be because the food tastes so bad?

That shouldn’t be the case. Given his personality, if it tastes bad, he’ll just scold her.

"Why are you cooking noodles for me? Do you want to ask me for something, or do you want something?" Aljia asked casually.

People who give him gifts all have this idea.

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