Male God Please Lie Down

The imperial concubine came to the imperial dining room in person, and she turned her back in an instant.

"Our mother came here to make dumplings for the emperor personally, leaving a few imperial chefs, and going out for the rest!"

Fei Mo stood up and ordered.

For a moment, the people in the imperial dining room walked out, but in the end only a few imperial kitchens were left behind.

Tang Qingming found an imperial chef who was good at making noodles and asked him to use spinach juice and carrot juice to make noodles.

After a while, the dough came out in two colors.

Tang Qingming thought about his favorite celery dumplings, so he had the celery chopped up.

Then boil the meat in various seafood soups.

When it was almost cooked, it was taken out again, chopped into minced meat, and mixed with celery.

Let the pastry chef wrap the two kinds of dough into dumplings.

Put the dumplings into the broth and boil it, Tang Qingming took the sleep out by himself and put it in a white disk on one side.

People prepared a few more dipping ingredients, and then Fei Mo held it and walked towards the Yushufang.

When the imperial concubine and empress left, the imperial chefs wiped their sweat.

Didn’t the female officer just say that the imperial concubine was going to do it for the emperor herself?

But why are they doing it! ?

Several royal chefs looked at each other, and the last one said dryly, "It was my mother who pretended it by herself."

Personally, it was indeed made by the empress.

The other imperial chefs also nodded one after another.

So, after the imperial concubine and the empress do the dishes personally, the imperial dining room is back to the busy schedule before.

On this side, Tang Qingming came to the imperial dining room again.

He cleaned up his book case for Jun Wuyan lightly, and brought out the plate of watery dumplings, and put it on the book case.

"The emperor, please use it!"

Tang Qingming stretched out his hand.

"Ok!"

At this time, Jun Wuyan was clinging to the ivory chopsticks again and began to eat.

As he ate, he nodded.

The last plate was eaten, Jun Wuyan wiped his hands and nodded, "Go to the concubine tonight!"

As soon as Tang Qingming heard him say this, he immediately responded, and led Feimo away with a smile.

Sitting on the chair, Jun Wuyan looked at her cheerful footsteps, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

In the evening, Jun Wuyan came to Tang Qingming's bedroom in accordance with his words.

After all, they were both named and unreal couples who had slept for more than half a year, except that there was no last hurdle in the past.

In fact, Tang Qingming also knew very well about Jun Wuyan's body.

After all, Jun Wuyan doesn't like being served by a court lady, nor does he like being served by a eunuch.

So usually he was alone, but later Tang Qingming went to the palace, so Tang Qingming became his personal maid.

When Jun Wuyan came to Tang Qingming's palace, he went straight to the side hall, took off his clothes, and slid into the hot spring pool.

At this time, Tang Qingming also walked in, holding a veil, and began to wipe Jun Wuyan's back.

During this period of time, Tang Qingming has completely completed his psychological construction.

If it were to be said, there was still a little red heartbeat at the beginning, but at this time it was completely gone.

She is a time tasker, although she still can't pass the last level.

Although said xo, although said, this is not her body.

But speaking of doing-love, it is a combination of spirit and flesh.