“Okay.” Mo Qian’er ate a few more mouthfuls under Lu Fenying’s gaze, but she really couldn’t finish the food.
Not to mention the tofu.
Lu Fenying was unhappy. “It’s good for you to eat more. Don’t be so reluctant.”
“But I can’t eat anymore. I’m full.” Mo Qian’er simply put down her chopsticks.
She didn’t want to force herself.
Her master had told her that since the agreement said that she couldn’t be forced, she had to make the best use of it. She couldn’t let Lu Fenying abuse her like before.
She didn’t want to suffer anymore.
“Why can’t you eat it?” Lu Fenying’s expression didn’t look good. He picked up a piece of chicken and took a bite. He frowned. It really wasn’t tasty. No wonder she couldn’t eat it.
Lu Fenying wasn’t picky about food. He had lived in the military camp with the soldiers before, and had eaten all kinds of disgusting and simple food, so he didn’t put much thought into the chef whom he brought along with him.
During his time at Prince Zi’s residence, when Gu Bailu ruthlessly fed him food so spicy that he got a stomach ache several times, he who had never been able to touch chili fell in love with spicy food.
He was enjoying a hot pot now.
Now that he had left Prince Zi’s residence, he really could no longer eat what his chef made before.
He suddenly realized how awful the food he had eaten before was.
Lu Fenying’s face turned increasingly unsightly when he thought about how someone of his status didn’t even have a good chef.
Mo Qian’er, in particular, didn’t even want to eat the rice.
It was a blow to Lu Fenying’s pride that his woman couldn’t eat good food.
Mo Qian’er almost burst out laughing when she saw the expression on his face. It was rare for him to find food disgusting.
Lu Fenying was picky about everything else, whether it was the things he used or the clothes he wore; even the people who served him had to be the most pleasing to the eye.
He wasn’t picky about food, probably because of how he had suffered when he was young; he had supposedly even eaten grass before.
All these years, the chefs at the crown prince’s residence had never had to cater to his taste.
Who would have thought that he would become picky about food after staying at Prince Zi’s residence for half a month?
“Remove these and have the chef make new dishes at once,” Lu Fenying ordered with a straight face.
Red Wolf’s expressionless face cracked. What happened?
Was there a problem with the food? Was it poisonous?
Red Wolf examined the food with silver needles. There was no poison.
Why wasn’t he eating? The crown prince hated wasting food.
“Your Highness, is there something wrong with the food?” Red Wolf asked in confusion.
“It’s awful. If the chef can’t make anything delicious, tell him to get lost.” Lu Fenying glanced at Mo Qian’er, who was lying on the bed and looking at him guilelessly.
This woman clearly didn’t like the food that the chef made.
She was a maid and could still be so picky. Usually, he would force her to eat it, but…
Her body wasn’t in good shape, and she had just had a miscarriage – she could be willful this once.
Red Wolf gestured for the maid to take the food away.
Mo Qian’er took out a cloth bundle which Gu Bailu had given to her from one corner. She took out two exquisite food boxes which contained delicious beef jerky.
She pushed the food in front of Lu Fenying. “Your Highness, have this. It’s spicy and very tasty.”
Lu Fenying’s face was hard as iron. “You really learned a lot of bad things from Gu Bailu.”
It wasn’t anything precious or expensive in the cloth bundle, but snacks.