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"Really?" I'm going to give you some good food next time. I didn't expect you to feel so much. "Then I'll get someone to put it on a plate for you next time."

What! It actually used this move.

One box this time, and the next plate.

The difference between before and after was too great.

Feng Huixue was unhappy, but he still pretended to be in no mood.

She asked, "Is what Your Majesty said true? In the future, we'll fill up the plates? How about five plates a day for chenqie? "

She had a lot of food, so two plates were not enough. Three plates were too little, so five plates was just right for her.

Feng Huixue's dream in the 30th century was to one day not eat, to hug the pastries happily, which was exactly what she was willing to do.

"Five plates? Are you sure? Didn't you say you don't like it? " Di Jun pointed at the box in front of him.

Feng Huixue immediately changed his tone, "What chenqie said just now was just a joke. Since Your Majesty gave it to chenqie, how could chenqie not like it? Chenqie immediately ate them all. Your Majesty, look at that... "

When would Di Jun agree to her request?

Feng Huixue thought to himself, speaking to Di Jun in such a manner, using retreat to advance, he would definitely make Di Jun more satisfied.

This was also the truth. Di Jun was very satisfied with Feng Huixue's words. He smiled and said, "En, what did you just say?"

"The one that chenqie spoke of earlier is a joke with His Majesty. Your Majesty, please do not take it seriously. "Just remember to give chenqie five plates a day." Feng Huixue tried his best to redeem his mistakes, as if everything that had happened before had nothing to do with her.

Di Jun nodded as he heard Feng Huixue's words, "I will give you five plates, what are you going to use to repay me?"

Feng Hanxue didn't expect Di Jun to say this at all. For a moment, she couldn't answer Di Jun's question.

"What's wrong? I gave you five plates of food, but you're not even willing to answer me? " Di Jun asked. He had already turned around, looking like he was about to leave.

Feng Huixue hurriedly walked over to Di Jun for food. With a smile, he said, "Your Majesty, please don't go." Promise chenqie that chenqie will sing for you everyday. "

Feng Huixue had a hobby. When she thanked others for their hard work, she would sing a song for them. Regardless of whether they were happy or not, she would sing it happily.

It was just that Feng Huixue's songs were a little scary. She liked to sing all kinds of selections from the twentieth century. Among them, Gong Lina's "Anxiety" was her favorite song.

"You sing?"

"Yeah, chenqie is singing. How, how? Your Majesty, are you going to listen to Chenqie's singing? "

"You can sing."

Di Jun had heard Feng Hanxue sing a long time ago.

He really wanted to hear it.

He found a place to sit down.

"Ahhh, ahh, ahh, ahh..."

Feng Huixue began to sing nervously, Di Jun could not sit still any longer. He almost fell off his chair.

In Di Jun's heart, there were only three words, "What the hell!"

"What are you singing?" It's so unpleasant! " Di Jun patted off the dust on his body in disdain, it seemed that he had left a shadow when he was singing after the wind blew back into the snow.

Feng Huixue felt that it was normal for Di Jun to not understand this song. Previously, she also thought that this song was very special. Someone said the meaning of the song, and she began to like it more and more.

She even used it all the time. This was because most people couldn't appreciate it.

"The song chenqie sang was called 'Anxiety'. It was sung by a singer chenqie really liked. When she was a child, she was very poor. She studied music and became herself. Every time chenqie heard her story, she would be extremely moved. Of course, listening to her song was another kind of emotion. Everyone says that Qu Gao is a widow, but she is such a master … "

Feng Huixue couldn't stop talking about Gong Lina.

In any case, Di Jun didn't understand either. Thus, he just kept on listening.