After biting the three yuan into his mouth, Lao Shi lowered his head and said, "Oh, my stupid son, why are you helping them taste the food?"

Sanyuan ate the spicy meat calmly.

This little guy is not afraid of spicy food by nature. He and his brothers have secretly eaten this. It is spicy, fragrant and delicious.

The small fu melon looks spicy at first glance, so how do you eat it?

He can't eat spicy food.

Just then, someone brought some precious eggs and asked each of the brothers to have a bowl.

There's nothing wrong with this.

Emperor Kangxi asked someone to take a piece of happy meat, put it in his mouth and took a bite... Oops...

What does this feel like? Emperor Kangxi’s first reaction was...poisoned!

Sanyuan looked at him from the side, with a greedy look on his face, his mouth was bright red, and his skin was as red as jade. It was obvious that he was fine after eating it, and it couldn't be poisonous.

If Emperor Kangxi held this piece of spicy meat in his mouth, he would spit it out. He couldn't swallow it, and his tangled eyebrows were knotted.

This is because Tiantian cheated his son out of his realm, and his own idiot son cheated his father.

Several people had already noticed that this dish was different from what they usually eat. Although they said a dozen insults, they still had a certain sense of expectation.

"Huang Ama, Lao Shi just said that the dishes on this table can express his passionate feelings for us. Did you feel it?"

Emperor Kangxi swallowed the meat piece in his mouth with difficulty, thinking, I not only feel his burning heart, but also my burning mouth, burning throat, and burning stomach!

What Manchu men pay attention to is drinking in big bowls and eating large pieces of meat. Even Huang Age is elegant and bold. He will never eat with the tips of chopsticks and put them into your lips. They are all affordable and large chopsticks.

As soon as I put it in my mouth, my mother-in-law...

I must pay my respects to the eight generations of my ancestors...

Is this for people to eat?

Lao Shi, won’t your conscience hurt if you do this?

Brother, I only gave you 10,000 yuan each. You are going to kill us.

Nima sometimes feels choked when she eats some spicy radish. What is this? Is it poison?

The eighth master of Zhijun could still bear it, but the third master couldn't bear it anymore. He hissed: "Old Shi, what are you doing? You are trying to kill people."

"Brother, do you feel hot now?"

Lao Shi smiled happily, teasing a whole table of people, especially Huang Ama, whose face was all dark and dark. He felt as if he had eaten ice in the dog days of summer. It felt so good!

He took a big chopstick and ate it into his mouth, and swallowed: "Don't tell me, I'm used to eating spicy food like this, and I can't live without him."

Seeing Lao Shi eating so leisurely, the brothers also tried to eat a little more.

Fourteen laughed while eating, "Hey, Brother Ten, don't tell me, it tastes really good."

Someone brought a jade plate with a stack of soft, thick sachets on it, which were still steaming hot.

What the hell is this?

The little fugua elegantly took out a piece with its little paws, wiped his brother's mouth, then threw it aside, took another piece, opened it, and wiped his own mouth and paws.

With his sharp eyesight, Prince Zhi sighed, "It doesn't matter which family the child is, if compared with Little Fugua, he is a fool."

No comparison.

So clever.

To say that Little Fugua is smart has nothing to do with his watermelon poem. That poem was a joke. In the Qing Dynasty, it could even be said that it was not a poem at all. It was mainly about Little Fugua's etiquette and adaptability.
Chapter completed!