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”Who?” I forcefully kiss you? ” Nangong Waner thought that he was someone who had gone up to Chu Xiuhan several times before after all. He would probably be able to do this, but he was a person who was renowned in the outside world, and would never be able to admit to such a thing, even if he did do it. So, even if the blush on Nangong Waner's face had spread all the way to his neck, Nangong Waner was still holding back, ”Are you kidding me? When I was sixteen, my pursuers lined up from the street to the end of the alley. The scene was unprecedented.

Prince Zhan's originally good expression tensed up after hearing what Nangong Waner said. At the moment, Prince Zhan was looking at Nangong Waner with a slightly angry look, although his expression was indifferent, but Nangong Waner knew with one look that Chu Xiuhan was serious!

Nangong Waner quickly got off the bed and moved quickly … Resisting the pain all over his body, Prince Zhan tried to run to Chu Xiuhan's side. When he saw Nangong Waner's unstable footsteps, how could he be angry?

”Although you chased me from street to end of the street, I didn't like a single one of you. I only like you, I really like you.” Nangong Waner said coquettishly as she laid in Prince Zhan's embrace.

I only like you...

Prince Zhan felt really good when he heard it, but he never thought that Nangong Waner would have such a clever mouth.

”I'm so tired, hurry up and send me back to Assistant Minister’s Residence.” Nangong Waner was indeed a little tired, her entire body was aching, she just wanted to quickly return to the Assistant Minister’s Residence to sleep for three days and three nights.

”You're not in a hurry to return home. You haven't eaten anything in two meals, so you should fill your stomach first before you have the strength to return home.” The Prince Zhan gently carried Nangong Waner to the dining table in the room and pulled out a chair for himself to sit on.

”Serve the food.” Prince Zhan instructed the kitchen manager who was waiting at the door.

However, the kitchen manager didn't know what to do so he carefully asked, ”Your Highness, are you …” Breakfast, lunch or dinner? ”

Nangong Waner looked out of the window. When he just woke up, there was still some sun, but this time, the crescent moon was hanging up the night sky, and thinking about how he had slept for a whole day, he wondered if the servants in the Prince's Mansion knew anything. She was, after all, an ignorant girl, and this made him feel very embarrassed.

Prince Zhan had instructed the kitchen manager to prepare twenty to thirty kinds of breakfast since Nangong Waner went to sleep in the morning. Seeing that Nangong Waner did not wake up even after lunch, Prince Zhan, who had been guarding by his side, stood up and called for the kitchen manager.

For the past three years, the Prince Zhan had never paid attention to food, especially when it was eaten by Prince Zhan himself. They rarely went through the kitchen, and only used the time when Nangong Waner stayed at the Duke Palaces, so the Duke Palaces kitchen could be considered to be of some use. For some reason, the Duke Palaces already made breakfast from morning, and there were twenty to thirty kinds of random food, so would there be twenty to thirty guests at the Duke Palaces?

Seeing that most of the afternoon had passed, he went to ask if the prince wanted to prepare dinner. Just as he had expected, the prince said twenty or thirty dishes, did it mean that there were twenty or thirty people here, or forty to fifty people?

The kitchen manager simply waited outside the Prince Zhan's courtyard. If he called out to him, he would immediately be there.

According to Prince Zhan's request, the twenty to thirty dishes for dinner had not been prepared yet. Most of them were prepared in a complicated way with exquisite dishes made with ingredients. Even if he used the few chefs that the empress dowager had bestowed upon him a few days ago, it would still be impossible to cook those dishes in a short period of time.

Thus, the kitchen butler awkwardly asked, ”Your Highness, it's... For breakfast, lunch or dinner? ”

The kitchen manager meant that breakfast and lunch were ready and always warm, but could not be served in the evening.