Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

“Hey, that raw water can't be drunk...” Sho exclaimed.

Zhao Yan doesn't care about the raw water ripening at this time, all he knows is that if he doesn't drink water anymore, he may become the first king in the history of Dayan to be choked to death by his head.

Zhao Huanxin felt nothing but pangs in his heart.

I can't believe he's in this situation!

When Zhao Zhao squatted down to prepare to start eating, Zhao Xin was somewhat dissatisfied with the thought that this woman was really unconscious. She could see him choking so badly that she didn't even move, but only ate herself.

But on the other hand, he already said, "Eat slowly. ”

Zhao glanced at him and didn't really understand what he meant.

But she soon realized —— this bun, it's so hard.

It doesn't smell yet.

With this blessing, Azhao can't swallow at all, nor will he be choked naturally.

Zhao Yan glanced at her with cold eyes and looked at the little pieces of her mouth as if they were stuffed to death. It was very funny in her heart, and her lips were unchecked.

But he reacted quickly, forcing it down.

The saying routine is cold: “The queen followed me to the euthanasia palace, can't even eat a normal meal, why? ”

A Zhaoxin said that if you didn't want me to, I wouldn't bother you.

She glanced slightly at Zhao Yan and did not speak.

Zhao Yan looked at her and suddenly turned away without a word.

Zhaomo looked at his back and continued to kowtow with the bun in his hand.

Half an hour later, Zhao Xuan came.

And there's a kettle in my hand.

Zhao is working on a barely clean cloth at this time, screwing the water to wipe the bedroom - to sleep somewhere, you have to clean it up.

Zhao Yu looked at the barely moving bun in the plate and twisted his eyebrow.

“Qin.” He called her.

A Zhao came out with a rag. Zhao Xiao looked at her hand, Baisheng, a finger like an onion root, as if she was born to enjoy in the embroidery heap. But at this point, it's not a perfumed paste, it's a dirty rag.

He found the scene dazzling.

He frowned consciously and said, "Throw away what you have in your hand! ”

Zhao looked at him speechlessly, thinking that the prince had not yet come out of his honorable past life.

She thought they were pathetic, so she explained: "I have to tidy up my bedroom, otherwise I won't be able to sleep tonight. ”

“I said throw it away!” Zhao Yan drank loudly.

Suddenly the high voice shook Zhao's hand and the cloth fell on the ground.

“Now, go wash your hands.” Zhao Yan ordered.

Zhao consciously walked to the well, walked to the side to react, why should I listen to him?

When she stopped complaining and turned around to protest, she saw Zhao Yingzheng bending over and pouring something into a clean bowl with a kettle.

It's boiling water with hot gas.

When he realized his gaze, Zhao Xian said impatiently: "What are you waiting for? Come and wash your hands and eat! ”

A Zhaoxin trembled and suddenly understood what Zhao Yan was doing when he went out.

He's burning hot water.

She washed herself well and walked to the corner of the stone table.

Those two hard, dry buns have been soaked in boiling water, loosened up and finally got a hint of food.