Xingyu looked at Yaoyao in surprise, with a hint of disbelief clearly in his eyes.

Yaoyao pursed her lips and whispered:

"Brother, you are stupid!

How many years have your mother and Uncle Dongfang known each other?

If they had that kind of intention, wouldn't they have been together long ago?

Why wait until now?"

Yaoyao shook her head helplessly, her brother's brain didn't seem to be working well either.

"It seems... Yaoyao's words make sense."

Xingyu touched his head in embarrassment.

"Yao Yao, you know a lot."

Dongfang Wu turned around and rubbed Yaoyao's head, messing up her neat hair.

Yaoyao smoothed her messy hair, stared at Dongfang Wu speechlessly, and asked rudely:

"Uncle Dongfang, do you know why mother doesn't like you?"

Dongfang Wu was stunned for a moment. He and Shen Yunhe had a sister-brother relationship. How could they like each other or not?

But he still cooperated and asked:

"Why?"

Yaoyao sighed helplessly:

"Uncle Dongfang! Have you ever heard of a saying: The head can be cut off, the blood can be shed, and the hair can't be messed up!

You are always so careless in your actions, how can any woman like you?"

Dongfang Wu:……

Yi Cheng:……

Chu Junhe suppressed his laughter until he was internally injured.

Shen Yunhe didn't know these things, so he pointed out the location to Cang Yun when he arrived.

Cang Yun was not polite, he blessed Chu Jun and sat down.

"Let's eat, I'm so hungry."

Shen Yunhe looked at Chu Junhe.

Chu Junhe then hooked his hand at the servants, who filed in carrying trays.

At this time, the steaming hot pot soup on the table was also boiling, sizzling and tumbling.

I don’t know what Chu Junhe added to the special small stove underneath. The fire burned very brightly, and the size of the flame could be controlled by controlling the open air inlet.

The small stove designed by Chu Junhe is much better than the modern dry pot stove she drew for the craftsman earlier.

"Why didn't you see Yun Rang and Yun Heng come over for dinner?"

Shen Yunhe licked her lips. The fragrant hot pot had already made her stomach growl.

When preparing the ingredients, she also prepared portions for Yun Rang and Yun Heng. For this reason, she specifically asked the housekeeper about their taste preferences.

Unexpectedly, those two people didn't come.

"They went back to their hometown."

Chu Junhe blanched a piece of hairy belly and put it into Shen Yunhe's bowl.

Regarding this piece of hairy tripe, he had previously carefully asked Yaoyao how to eat it to make it delicious.

After all, Shen Yunhe's novel way of eating hot pot does not exist in northern Xinjiang.

However, it smells pretty good.

I just don't know how it tastes.

"Oh, then they will have no luck today."

Shen Yunhe snorted and swallowed the fresh hairy belly.

Then everyone started to move.

Seeing that Shen Yunhe was eating happily, Chu Junhe started eating too.

I heard from Yaoyao before that Shen Yunhe's cooking skills were not very good, but this time with the help of a cook, the hot pot would not be unpalatable anyway.

but!

After just one bite, Chu Junhe was stunned. Is this hot pot completely made according to his taste and preference?

How could it be so delicious?

“Get some dipping sauce!

I asked the chef to brew more than ten kinds of dipping sauces, and you can make a special sauce according to your own taste."

Shen Yunhe's mouth was full, and he didn't forget to urge Chu Junhe to dig out the dipping sauce.

Chu Junhe has a frivolous eyebrow. In fact, he thinks it is delicious without any dipping sauce, but he still wants to try the dipping sauce carefully prepared by his wife.

Chu Junhe raised his plate and stood in front of the row of dipping sauces and frowned.

The servants waiting on the side quickly introduced them one by one:

"Your Majesty, this is mushroom sauce, this is beef sauce..."

Chu Junhe frowned and picked some of his favorite sauces.

Can so many sauces mixed together taste good?

Not to mention salt, balsamic vinegar and the like...

Shen Yunhe glanced at the long figure, with a smile on his face. Although Chu Junhe was not awkward, he was very obedient.

Let him do whatever he is asked to do.

Dongfang Wu glanced at Shen Yunhe, and then at Chu Junhe who had returned from digging for dipping sauce.

He couldn't help but twist the corners of his lips:

"Hey! Wipe your butt quickly.

Isn’t it embarrassing? You’ve never seen a man before?

What about eating? You drooled over a man?

After all, I am also a man, why haven’t I seen you drooling on me?”

Dongfang Wu couldn't understand, Shen Yunhe was not a nymphomaniac.

"Tired of living? Dare you arrange your sister?"

Cangyun gave Dongfang Wu a thumbs up. How could Dongfang Wu grow up after not seeing him for several months?

"Isn't what I said the truth?"

Dongfang Wu gave Cangyun a white look. Cangyun is a stinky girl who always goes against him no matter what.

But he couldn't beat her, what a shame!

"Yes! It's true."

Cangyun immediately agreed.

Shen Yunhe glanced at the knife and immediately threw it towards Cangyun and Dongfang Wu.

Such a scene successfully pleased Chu Junhe.

Chu Junhe didn't show it on his face, but he was extremely upset inside.

He had actually felt Shen Yunhe's hot look on him just now.

The fact that Dongfang Wu could say it in such a tone confirmed the sister-brother relationship between Dongfang Wu and Shen Yunhe.

As soon as Chu Junhe sat down, a piece of tripe fell into his bowl.

Looking at the lumpy tripe in the bowl, Chu Junhe frowned.

He never eats offal...

In northern Xinjiang, these offal are only picked up and eaten by poor people or homeless people on the street.

"Eat, whatever you eat will make up for it.

This stuff is good for your stomach."

It's not that Shen Yunhe didn't know that offal items never entered the royal family's kitchen.

However, these are indeed beneficial to Chu Junhe.

Most importantly...delicious!
To be continued...