Divine Genius Healer, Abandoned Woman: Demonic Tyrant in Love with a Mad Little Consort

However, he personally ran to the kitchen to cook a bowl of porridge for himself.

Thinking of this, she felt that she began to balance ...

Soon, a bowl of porridge was cooked.

In the process of cooking porridge, Jun Aohan has been screaming and admiring there.

Ye Qingli was embarrassed.

After all, her own cooking is very clear.

A bowl of porridge was brought in, and Ye Qingli cautiously blew it, and then placed it before Jun Aohan.

"I helped you sit up."

"No."

"Aren't you hungry?"

"Or, are you not hungry now and don't want to eat?"

Ye Qingli swallowed.

She cooked for a long time before she made such a bowl. Now she is hungry ...

"Of course this king is very hungry."

Jun Aohan's pitiful expression.

"However, Ben Wang is a patient. Ben Wang is now seriously injured and has weak limbs, how to eat ..."

Hello, what do you want to do ... "

Ye Qingli said with some vigilance.

"Of course I want Qingli in my family to feed it to me."

Jun Aohan smiled.

"Anyway, you have already cooked the porridge. Feed it again, it doesn't take much trouble, okay?"

He had a coquettish expression on his face.

Ye Qingli felt soft immediately.

The majestic ghost king, majestic, tens of thousands of people intimidated, when will this expression appear in front of others?

"Okay, then I will feed you once."

She found the spoon, and then put the porridge between the two people, took the spoon bit by bit, and sent it to Jun Aohan's arms.

The first bite was fed in.

"Ok……"

Jun Aohan closed his eyes and tasted carefully.

"taste good or not?"

Ye Qingli said nervously.

"Well, I've never had such a delicious meal."

Jun Aohan kept nodding.

"This is much better than those of the master chefs in my house. I really don't know what they usually learn. What should I know, I should let them learn from my little blue glass."

"Okay, it's too fake."

Ye Qingli still has this self-knowledge.

"Besides, I won't feed you."

"Well, this king doesn't speak."

Jun Aohan was intoxicated.

Then he leaned in again and opened his mouth.

"Ah--"

Ye Qingli's expression was speechless.

Does this guy really think of himself as a three-year-old kid?

"Okay, you eat slowly, there will be more behind."

Ye Qingli's sly expression.

Just like coaxing children, feeding Jun Aohan to eat porridge.

Jun Aohan is an expression of enjoyment.

He didn't even raise his hand, and after taking a bite, he opened his mouth.

Then, a mouthful of porridge was automatically fed into his mouth.

Moreover, this guy, after eating a bite of porridge, still chewing aftertaste, a very enjoyable expression.

Ye Qingli couldn't stand him like this.

"Hello, you are a prince anyway, can you take care of your image?"

Look at the way he's gulping and smashing his mouth.

Which looks like a prince.

Just like a beggar on the roadside.

Jun Aohan didn't feel anything at all.

He said with a grin: "Because this is the congee boiled by my family, it's 100 times more delicious than the porridge outside."

"Well, I don't believe it. There are more than a dozen of you at home, but can you still make delicious porridge?"

"Of course the porridge they boil is delicious, but the taste of the porridge you boil is different."