The First-Class Medical Princess

But he took a few steps closer and suppressed Murong Yuan who was about to come over, "You wait at the table, I'll bring it to you when I'm done."

Murong Yuan didn't insist, he just sat down on the table at one side.

After waiting for a long time, Su Yunchu's noodles came out of the pot. To Murong Yuan, it was a strange style of fried noodles. The noodles were slightly thinner, which made people feel a sense of toughness, which was not as good as his usual Eating more noodles is indeed different.

For the sake of aesthetics, Su Yunchu also put a few modified green vegetables on top of a ball of noodles.

Murong Yuan raised his eyebrows, "Is this the result of Ah Chu's hard work all morning?"

Su Yunchu put the noodles in front of him, and glanced at him, "If you don't eat it, you'll dislike it, don't dislike it!"

Murong Yuan chuckled, and didn't take the plate, but took her hand that still smelled of seasoning to his mouth and kissed it, "I don't mind, as long as it's made by Ah Chu, I like it."

Su Yunchu shook off his hand, and lightly reprimanded, "Poor mouth!"

But there was a smile on his face that couldn't be concealed. Anyone who wanted to get the greatest recognition for what he did for his loved one.

Murong Yuan was not ambiguous, after saying this, he just picked up the chopsticks and put into his mouth the legendary delicacy that Su Yunchu had prepared.

Su Yunchu looked at him with full anticipation. After all, it was the first time to try it. She couldn't tell whether it was delicious or not, "How is it?"

She was cautious and full of anticipation.

Murong Yuan just smiled, raised the corners of his mouth, glanced at her, did not answer her words, but put another bite into his mouth.

Su Yunchu's anticipation was about to explode, and he looked at her without blinking.

However, for Murong Yuan, no matter how well Su Yunchu's pasta is cooked, it will only feel extremely delicious when he eats it. Su Yunchu's expression makes him feel that it is rare to see, but he is not hanging on She lost her appetite and nodded heavily, "Well, it's delicious!"

It is indeed delicious, not just curiosity, but also novelty, Su Yunchu can always come up with some things that he has never known before, and he is used to it.

When Su Yunchu heard the words, a smile appeared on his face, and he couldn't help boasting, "Of course it's delicious. Chef Su made it himself. It's absolutely exquisite."

Seeing that it was rare for her to brag about herself, Murong Yuan shook his head and laughed, but, he started to eat seriously with practical actions. Su Yunchu just rested his chin across the table and watched someone eat this unauthentic pasta, with a smile on his face, so normal It's actually pretty good to live like a husband and wife in an ordinary family.

In winter, hot air rises from the chimney of the kitchen of Prince Jing's mansion. In the kitchen, a man and a woman speak softly and eat relatively. Simple pasta, but it looks very warm.

Until many years later, Murong Yuan would still remember this day, when Su Yunchu cooked for the first time, the warmth of the two of them in the oily kitchen of Prince Jing's Mansion.

The days after the new year are normal, but after the first month, Murong Yuan took Su Yunchu to Lan Ying's barracks.

Murong Yuan was originally a general, a general of the 800,000 Northern Expeditionary Army. However, Lan Ying is a special existence, so if Murong Yuan wants to stay in Lan Ying for a long time, there is nothing wrong with him. With Su Yunchu, no one can stop him.

At this moment in the Blue Eagle Barracks, in the cold spring season, Murong Yuan stood on the high platform, and under the high platform, there were many obstacles set up by Su Yunchu. This round of tests was for the first batch of crossbow arrows. The team, that is, the last inspection of the first 500 people, nearly a year of training, Su Yunchu also wanted to see what kind of results his initial plan and training had achieved.