Xie Jingrun walked in with a dark face.

Needless to ask, I know what Emperor Zhaojing came here for this time.

"Why did the father come?" He knew it was wrong.

"I went for a walk in the Imperial Garden and happened to pass by Yuxian Palace. I seemed to smell the fragrance of the food, so I came in to take a look. I didn't expect that the queen was so enthusiastic that I insisted on keeping me for dinner and going back." Emperor Zhaojing said helplessly.

Rong Qingqing, who happened to serve a plate of dishes, heard this and her mouth twitched. Sure enough, she saw Xie Jingrun's unhappy gaze floating over.

She was suddenly very innocent.

She did not invite the Supreme Emperor to have dinner together. It was obvious that the Supreme Emperor who sat down and refused to leave.

"Xingxiu's wife, what delicious food did you cook?" Emperor Zhao Jing directly ignored Xie Jingrun and his eyes fell directly on the plate in Rong Qingqing's hand.

Rong Qingqing replied: "The dishes we cooked at night are relatively light, including steamed fish, braised chicken wings, fried shrimp with asparagus, cut chicken with white cut chicken, and a rib soup."

Xie Jingrun doesn’t eat spicy food, so these dishes are mainly light at night.

Unexpectedly, after hearing the name of the dish she reported, Emperor Zhao Jing swallowed, "I love to eat them all."

Rong Qingqing: "..."

Xie Jingrun: “…”

Isn’t your old taste heavy? Why can such a light dish catch your eyes?

Emperor Zhaojing ignored the two and sat down at the table, "Since you have returned from practicing cultivation, let's have a meal."

Rong Qingqing came to her senses, glanced at Xie Jingrun, coughed lightly, and turned to instruct the palace servants, "Supply rice for the Supreme Emperor and the Emperor."

The happiest and most satisfying person to eat in a meal is Emperor Zhaojing.

After eating a bowl of rice and two more bowls of soup, he finally put down the bowl and looked at Rong Qingqing with a smile, "Tomorrow, I'll come and have a meal with you." As he said, he said with emotion, "Eating alone is so boring, I still have to eat with you? You have to have a good appetite."

Rong Qingqing: "..." She said this, can she say something bad?

Xie Jingrun's expression has completely darkened? It turns out that tonight is just the beginning?

Thinking of seeing him every day starting tomorrow, his good mood was destroyed. I don’t understand why my father insisted on having dinner with them.

Is he happy? What about him?

"The father doesn't have to come tomorrow? Qingqing won't cook."

Emperor Zhaojing waved his hand and said indifferently: "It's okay, it's made in the imperial kitchen? It can barely be eaten? I just want to have a meal with you."

Xie Jingrun: “…”

"Okay? I have to go back and rest." Emperor Zhao Jing stood up and said, "No need to send it away? You should rest early." After that, he walked towards the door, muttering, "If I could give birth to a prince earlier, I wouldn't be so lonely..."

His murmur was a little loud, and Rong Qingqing and Xie Jingrun both heard it.

After watching him walk out, Xie Jingrun's eyes fell on Rong Qingqing's stomach.

For the first time, I found out that maybe it would be no harm to have a child. At least his father would not be idle and disturb his and Qingqing's world.

Rong Qingqing noticed that his burning eyes fell on her belly and suddenly felt a bad premonition.

This guy wouldn't be stimulated by anything, right?

Sure enough, the two of them washed up and lay on the couch. Xie Jingrun hugged her in his arms and said in a discussion tone: "Qingqing, otherwise, let's have a baby?"
Chapter completed!