The Immortal Doctress: Emperor’s Consort

Mu Zhiqing felt her heart softened when she heard this, and the curvature of her lips gradually rose, "Thank you."

"where's my gift?"

She looked at the man in front of her mischievously and stretched out a hand.

"Your honor would not be so stingy? Just a happy birthday?"

Ling Yunting chuckled, putting one hand on the woman's outstretched hand, "I'll give it to you at the dinner."

"Oh……"

Mu Zhiqing deliberately lengthened her tone, but the smile in her eyes continued to spread.

Following Ling Yunting's gaze, his gaze fell on the longevity face on the side table.

According to the custom of Emperor Moon Mainland, a bowl of longevity noodles are eaten on the morning of the birthday.

When I was on the mountain before, every time it was the master and the brothers who called her to eat, this time Yun Ting was by her side.

A different feeling is also more happiness.

It's a pity that on this birthday, both the master and the big brother were not there, but she also understood that the master has always lived in seclusion and never was born, and the big brother has a lot to do.

Mu Zhiqing sat down, while Gu Zening and Ling Qingye left by knowing the current situation.

They just express their feelings early in the morning, and spend more time with them alone.

She looked at the longevity face in front of her, her eyes filled with confusion.

This side...

She took a bite.

"How does it taste?" Ling Yunting asked.

Mu Zhiqing raised her eyes, and then noticed that her own respect had been looking at him.

"Very good." She replied, and said with some doubts: "Have you changed the cook? I think it tastes a little different..."

In fact, each cook’s dishes have their own characteristics, and she can perceive it every day. Anyway, the taste of this longevity noodle is a little different from what she usually eats.

Hearing, Ling Yunting's eyes were slightly deep, "Not delicious?"

"That's..."

Mu Zhiqing had an expression on her face, and looked at the man who seemed to be very caring in front of her in a puzzled manner, and a strange idea unconsciously appeared in her mind.

"Yun Ting, I have a strange idea in my mind."

Ling Yunting retracted his gaze, "Since it's a strange idea, let's not say it."

"If you don't eat this noodles, I'll have someone make a bowl for you."

As he said, he stretched out his hand to move his face away.

However, Mu Zhiqing stopped him.

"Eh, that won't work!"

She guarded the longevity noodles in front of her and said, "I just said that this longevity noodles tastes different from what the chef cooks on weekdays, and I didn't say it was not good."

She supported her head with both hands, and curiously leaned towards Ling Yunting.

"Yun Ting, this side...couldn't you do it?"

Although this thought appeared very strange, it doesn't look like someone who can do this kind of thing, but the reaction just now was really suspicious...

Immediately afterwards, Mu Zhiqing saw an extremely rare expression on Ling Yunting's face.

His expression seems a little unnatural?

From knowing her to the present, he teased herself every time, or was it the first time she saw her like this?

"Really you did it?"

Mu Zhiqing's face was amazed, and the Lord actually cooked her a bowl of longevity noodles?

When I look at the longevity noodle in front of me again, I feel completely different.

Ling Yunting's expression was a bit complicated, looking at the face in front of him, he seemed to be still thinking about whether it was really bad.

"I thought you might like it."

Hearing, Mu Zhiqing couldn't help laughing, she suddenly stood up straight, stood up and pecked at the man's face.