He was originally a troubled prince of the former dynasty. In front of others, he was cold-blooded and ruthless. But behind the scenes, he transformed into a doting little wolfdog, with her in his eyes and in his heart.
Imperial dining room.
"When the queen ate, she moved her chopsticks three times with sweet-scented osmanthus and shark's fin, three times with cherry meat, and two times with poached tenderloin... The emperor was so pleased that he rewarded each of the royal chefs with a hundred taels of gold."
Kunning Palace.
"The queen has a great appetite today! What else do you want to eat? I asked the imperial kitchen to prepare it for you."
"I want to eat you!" The queen gritted her teeth.
The emperor's eyes lit up and he shouted: "Okay! Don't regret it!"
He was originally a embarrassed dragon prince, who valued love and justice, and was carefree. After meeting her, he was forced to become a famous chef, but this noble man was a bit arrogant!
"Why is the crab-stuffed orange ordered by the guest in Room 1 Tianzi not ready yet?"
"Trouble, don't do it."
"But this dish was ordered by the shopkeeper's sister. She said she wanted to experience it——"
"Okay, bring it over." The proud chef turned into a moaning chef, and carefully placed a few petals on the plate that no one else had...
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Welcome to watch Jinjiang's debut novel "Waiting for the Fireworks to Cool Down"!
"Come with me, I will take care of you."
"We grew up together, and you will definitely help me ascend to the throne."
"Weapons are just weapons after all. How can I have feelings for weapons?"
"You know too much. Only the dead would reassure me."
Liang Rong, a noble prince, cultivated good weapons for the throne - Qing'er and Wuyan. However, one of them regarded him as a brother, and the other regarded him as... A lover. After Guan Mian was crowned, Liang Rongtong killed him, and they fled in a hurry, seriously injured.
When the fireworks are cool and the world is vast, who will hesitate?
When I listened to "Wait until the Fireworks Cool" for the first time, I followed my friend's advice and closed my eyes to listen carefully. When the song ended, I cried inexplicably. What I wrote was the story I saw when I closed my eyes.