Princess too Young, Prince too Old

"Let's have lunch, everything is ready," Lu Zhishan said to Mu Nanshan Road, and at the same time he said to Mu Nanzhi, "Well, eat with your hands."

"Ah!" Mu Nanzhi responded fragilely, as he got out of the soft bed, put a parchment to wipe his hands, and handed it to Lu Zhishan and Mu Nanshan to wipe his hands. At the moment, the three were eating at the table. Dayton is a family banquet, so the three of them, no one else.

"Cousin, I said to Shaner, let me stay with Jingshi for more time this time." During the meal, Mu Nanzhi said to Luzhishan.

"I mean the same thing, Shaner is rare to come to Beijing. Naturally, he can't let him go easily," Lu Zhishan nodded and kept Munanshan braised quail meat with chopsticks while smiling at Munanshan Road. "I I heard that the territory of Tubo is high, and the cooking is all raw. It is hard for you to suffer for six months. "

Mu Nanshan said busyly: "It's not a crime. The Tubo rice is cooked, but the barbecue is a must. In the past six months, I am afraid that there will be seven or eight yaks and more than ten yellow sheep. Hehe."

"Then why are you still so skinny?" Mu Nanzhi gave him a white look, and at the same time he gave him a bowl of Huaishan Duck, said, "I have to feed you fat this time."

Mu Nanshan chuckled his lips and nodded: "Hang Xing Xing, I listen to the eldest sister. I will eat whatever the eldest sister asks me to eat."

Mu Nanzhi couldn't help but smiled, reached out and rubbed Mu Nanshan's head, and said, "Why are you still the same as when you were a kid? Whatever I ask you to do, just do it. Seeing it is twenty-six. Like an obedient doll. "

"In front of the elder sister, I will always be an obedient baby in my life." Mu Nanshan whispered softly, and went to drink the bowl of Huaishan duck cricket while sulking his head.

Mu Nanzhi didn't say anything, but rubbed Mu Nanshan's head again, and clamped another tofu ball for him, Leng Buding met Lu Zhishan's grieving eyes, and she was too busy to clamp Lu Zhishan with chopsticks Lu Zhishan laughed at the rice noodles.

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After lunch, Mu Nanshan went to the study with Lu Zhishan, and Song Tong followed, and Mu Nanzhi did not follow her. She is in a very good mood today, and she has no interest in the affairs of their men. When she went down to the kitchen to discuss the dinner with the master, she said that it was not a casual talk to feed Mu Nanshan to fat. At the same time, she went to the pillow water to invite the master of Nanjiang to come to the hospital. Mu Nanshan was afraid that She hasn't eaten southern Xinjiang dishes yet, she wants to give Mu Nanshan a taste.

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study.

"The subordinate is seven years apart from the little prince. The little prince is much thinner." Song Tong looked at Mu Nanshan with red eyes. He watched Mu Nanshan grow up a little bit, and naturally had different feelings from Mu Nanshan. As usual, Song Tongping regained his emotions and sighed softly, "But his subordinates looked, the little prince was much stronger than before, and his subordinates were really relieved."

"I haven't been in touch with my husband for seven years. Please forgive me." Mu Nanshan stood up and looked at Song Tong deeply.

When Mu Nanshan was young, he and Song Tong studied Dali culture, so he called him Song Tong.

"Come up, I know your pain," Song Tong was too busy to help Mu Nanshan get up. The two sat down, and Song Tong looked at Mu Nanshan with a hesitant look. Kitty? "

Mu Nanshan stunned: "Does it mean a damsel? Or who?"

Song Tong was also stunned. He shook his head slightly at the moment: "The mother didn't know that the little prince would appear in Beijing, so she never gave instructions."

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