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Chapter 36 Ask the Lord of the County 7


While An Qing was silently lamenting the power of blood in his heart, a certain system was going online because of An Qing's acting skills, and he was silently sad that he was not needed.

"The food is ready, Your Majesty, please use it."

An Qing carefully arranged all the food and stood sideways, not at all arrogant because of Qiao Yiran's attention.

Qiao Yiran's mouth curled up slightly, and he slowly put down the military book in his hand, walked over, looked at the food on the table, and frowned slightly: "Why are there so many dishes?

Didn't I mention the daily expenses in the army?"

It’s quite a lot, do you want to be frugal?”

"Replying to the prince, these are wild vegetables that I found around.

I was afraid that the prince wouldn't be used to them, so I made them in some different ways.

In fact, they are just the same thing."

An Qing bit his lip, lowered his head, and said slowly.

Qiao Yiran's eyebrows relaxed, and a faint smile emerged from the corner of his mouth.

He slowly sat down at the table, picked up the chopsticks and put them in his mouth.

He chewed for a few times before saying: "You are quite capable, but A few kinds of wild vegetables can also produce such a taste.”

"My father left home when I was a child, and my mother took me through a lot of hardships.

I ate a lot of wild vegetables.

The wild vegetables my mother cooked were particularly delicious."

An Qing said, her eye circles became red, and her face was holding back tears.

Extremely touching.

Qiao Yiran remembered that his deceased wife had been calculating in this way, and felt sour.

He sighed deeply and said: "Come on, come on, you have made such a table of wild vegetables.

Can you just give it to me alone?

Come and give it to me too."

Sit down and eat together” An Qing stared at Qiao Yiran with a pair of cold eyes, but did not move his body until Qiao Yiran snorted coldly and said: "You don't listen to my orders anymore, come here."

An Qing He slowly arrived at the table.

He didn't dare to sit firmly in the chair.

He only sat down less than a third of the way, biting his lip with a look of fear on his face.

"I really don't know who gave you such a quail temperament."

Qiao Yiran was actually a little helpless to An Qing's reaction.

Wang Yarong at home did not dare to get close to him because he was afraid of being exposed.

In addition, he had been traveling and fighting for many years.

He has developed a fiery temper, and he doesn't know how to get along with his little daughter who gets sad and cries easily.

He tries hard to be gentle, but always ends up being rude, but his loving heart is sincere.

Incomparable.

An Qing lowered his head, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and complained quietly: "But my mother has taught me since I was a child to know the rules."

Qiao Yiran immediately became happy after hearing this.

He pointed at An Qing with his chopsticks and said with a smile. : "Rules, what are rules?

Big fists are rules.

If I were your father, I would definitely not be willing to let you suffer any injustice.

Rules, rules are made for others."

"It's a pity that I haven't seen my father since I was six years old."

An Qing's words were very clear, with a hint of crying.

Originally, Qiao Yiran was just sighing, but he didn't want to make An Qing cry, and he was suddenly at a loss. stand up.

Qiao Yiran wanted to love An Qing, this delicate little daughter, from the bottom of his heart.

Just like his own daughter, he always felt that she was inexplicably angry with him, but he didn't know how to coax girls.

In the end, he could only He coughed twice and shouted in embarrassment: "Eat, eat, the food will get cold if you don't eat it."

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An Qing wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes without making a sound or holding chopsticks.

She just lowered her head.

Qiao Yiran sighed helplessly, stuffed a steamed bun into her hand, and put some vegetables into her bowl.

Then he laughed at himself: "Look, you were so respectful before, but now, you are so angry with me that you don't even dare to eat when I ask you to."

An Qing slowly raised his head, looked at Qiao Yiran with a slightly annoyed look, and then took the steamed bun in his hand and opened the bun bit by bit.

Qiao Yiran was a little surprised by An Qing's behavior and said strangely: "Why don't you eat?"

"I loved eating steamed buns when I was little.

Whenever steamed buns were steamed at home, my father would peel off the skins and give them to me to eat.

Until I was six years old, on the day my father passed away, he even gave me 10 pieces of what my mother had cooked for him.

Five big steamed buns were peeled off for me to eat.

My father said that he would come back after I ate all the steamed bun heads, but I had finished eating them all.

After he didn’t come back, I wondered if my father wouldn’t come back because he couldn’t eat delicious steamed buns, so from that day on, I kept all the buns from the steamed buns I ate,” said An Qing.

He was indifferent, but Qiao Yiran's face changed drastically after hearing this.

He looked at An Qing in shock, and tried his best to support his weak body with both hands tgt ttrgt: