Feng Fuce was about to speak when Chu Ping coughed lightly and asked at the door——

"Um, are you done? Can I come in if I'm a humble employee?"

Bai Zhi'er immediately bounced off Feng Fuce like a kitten with explosive fur.

Feng Fuce looked calm, but looked at Chu Ping with some disgust.

It seemed as if he appeared at the wrong time.

Feng Fuce patted his robe: "What's the matter?"

Chu Ping placed the food box he brought on the table.

He smiled and said, "Aren't Beizhi and Xiaomei getting married soon? According to the custom of Xiaomei's hometown, we have to share the wedding ceremony before the wedding."

"This is a portion we have prepared for the Marquis and the Princess to taste. Those who eat the happy noodles will be able to share the joy and happiness, especially the men and women who are not yet married, and they can find their true love as soon as possible."

Feng Fuce was not interested: "Put it there."

Chu Ping was stunned: "Isn't it before marriage?"

Chu Ping was stunned: "Don't you want to eat it, Lord Marquis?"

"It smells so good. Is this the craftsmanship of Sister Qingmei?"

"Give me a bowl too." Feng Fuce said coldly.

Bai Zhier smiled and said: "Since that's the case, I want to try it myself."

Now Chu Ping wants to eat it again!?

Chu Ping saw his cold and threatening eyes and chose to shut up.

Bai Zhi'er praised while tasting it: "As expected of Sister Qingmei's craftsmanship, I actually tasted happiness and sweetness!"

"The custom in our hometown is to eat it on the night before the wedding!"

Only then did Chu Ping realize that he had made a mistake.

Feng Fuce sneered: "Chu Ping, your brain..."

Qingmei was so angry that she felt dizzy: "The wedding date has been changed to the end of spring, have you forgotten?!"

He had reluctantly swallowed a lot just to eat noodles with Bai Zhier.

"Thank you, princess!" Chu Ping smiled from ear to ear.

However, Bai Zhier couldn't help but feel hungry.

Oh no, it's Bai Zhi'er's scent of good fortune.

"Okay, it doesn't matter to us. It's so delicious, it's okay to have another bowl, right, Brother Fuce?"

"Okay, I'll pick out a bowl for you." He took out the small bowl he had prepared in advance from the food box.

"Brother Chu Ping, I wish you a happy marriage and a lasting love!"

He won't eat it.

Feng Fuce swallowed the noodles in his mouth with a cold face.

Feng Fuce raised his eyebrows: "When did I say that?"

Before he even finished speaking, Bai Zhier had already agreed on his behalf.

Qingmei was surprised: "Why did you bring it today?"

Feng Fuce's words about killing Chu Ping stopped abruptly.

"The princess has such a good nose!" Chu Ping praised, he opened the food box, and a bowl of happy noodles overflowed with fragrance.

In this world, only Bai Zhier is delicious.

Whatever the Lord Hou says is what he says!

After a while, Qingmei came back with the baked pastries. Bai Zhier and Feng Fuce had already buried their heads in finishing a large bowl of happy noodles together.

"Xiao Mei, don't be angry..." Chu Ping had no choice but to look at Feng Fuce and Bai Zhi'er: "Master Marquis, Your Highness the Princess, can you have another bowl when the time comes?"

He turned around and found that Feng Fuce was already standing next to him.

"I haven't forgotten, but in two days, it will be our engagement day. Can't we have wedding noodles before the engagement?"

After a moment, he looked at Bai Zhi'er and nodded: "Yes."

A drop of cold sweat broke out on Chu Ping's forehead.

The expression on Mr. Hou's face just now clearly did not indicate what he thought.

But looking at Feng Fuce now, he looked at Bai Zhi'er and chuckled, but Bai Zhi'er was looking at Qingmei.
Chapter completed!