Miss Shi, the princess Consort invites you for a meal
Jian shutong's body suddenly froze, and even his movements seemed to be petrified. He felt a sudden chill from head to toe.
However, she reacted quickly and clenched her fist to hold the medicine bag in her palm. She took a light breath to adjust her state of mind, turned her eyes and raised her lips, looking at Shi qinglan with a proper smile.
"It's nothing. It's just my exclusive recipe."
There was a smile on Jian shutong's lips, and there was no trace of guilt in her eyes. However, only she knew how nervous she was at this moment. The sweat on her palms had soaked the medicine package.
"Is that so?" The smile on Shi qinglan's lips deepened.
She looked away indifferently. After taking out the braised chicken, she opened the lid of the pot used to make the biochemical soup and glanced down at the soup. it's just an exclusive recipe? "
"Of course." Jian shutong tried her best to appear upright.