MTL - The Whole Dynasty Spoils the Tyrant’s Two-and-a-Half-Year-Old Daughter-Chapter 3 very hungry

  Chapter 3 Very Hungry

  Ma Dan, **** crossing.

   Everyone who travels through time is the identity of the lady, princess, princess, and no matter what, they have a hot meal to eat.

  She, dressed as the daughter of a cold palace maid, a two-and-a-half-year-old child. In order to survive, she was not only forced to be a boy, but also starved all day long.

   Even though it's been almost a month, Jun Ning is still a little unacceptable.

   At this moment, his stomach made another unsatisfactory sound.

  Jun Ning was even more sad. She was about to scream a few times, remembering what her mother said, if she didn't want to die, she had to maintain the appearance of a boy every day. So she closed her mouth, put away her hypocrisy, and continued to be a boy.

   But he couldn't help but muttered in a low voice: "I, I want to eat fried chicken, roast duck, chicken legs, pig's trotters, hot pot, cake..."

  I am so hungry, I want to eat a lot.

   But at the moment, we can only think about it.

  Qionghua heard Jun Ning muttering there alone, but didn't understand what he was muttering, just covered his belly with both hands.

   Qionghua said: "One by one, what are you muttering? Are you hungry?"

   Qionghua took out a wowotou from his arms and put it in Jun Ning's hand, "Eat it when you're hungry."

   Jun Ning looked at the hard wowotou in her hand, and tears were falling.

  This thing is as hard as a rock, is it really edible?

   Jun Ning really didn't want to eat it, but she was so hungry that she could not wait to swallow a cow, so she took a bite of Wo Wo Tou with tears in her eyes.

  My God, how hard is this wowotou?

   A mouthful of teeth was about to be bitten off by him, but Leng didn't bite down a bit.

   Jun Ning returned the wowotou to the woman, "Mother, eat it, I'm not hungry."

  The woman glanced at him, shook her head, put the wowotou away, and continued to work.

  Jun Ning pointed to the side, "Then I'll go over there to play."

   "Be careful." Qionghua urged: "Don't be too far from your mother, so that she can see you at any time."

   "Okay." Jun Ning nodded and left.

   He was going to find something to eat, but in the cold palace there were either crazy concubines or crazy weeds, where could there be anything to eat?

  After thinking about it, Jun Ning was going to sneak out to find something to eat.

   In the past few days, he didn't just focus on living mud. He has now figured out that the cold palace is not far from the imperial kitchen.

   If he hasn't eaten in the future, he can secretly go to the imperial kitchen to get something to eat.

  At night, others are small, so stealing something to eat is no problem.

   But if the day passes, I don’t know if it will be better.

   I felt a little uneasy and timid in my heart, but after all, I didn't get over the greedy worm in my stomach.

   Jun Ning climbed out of a dog hole in the cold palace, and then sneaked into the imperial kitchen by taking advantage of her smallness and not easy to be noticed by others.

   The imperial kitchen is preparing the lunch of each palace at the moment, and it is very busy. No one noticed that a two-and-a-half-year-old radish head quietly broke in.

  The little radish head got under the chopping board where the prepared vegetables were placed. Taking advantage of the fact that the people on the side were not paying attention, the small hand reached out to the chopping board, and quickly took a chicken leg from the plate.

  Smell, oh, this chicken thigh is so fragrant!

   Jun Ning swallowed and took a big bite.

  The fragrant and tender meat is slowly chewed between the lips and teeth, melted, and entered the stomach.

   So satisfying!

   I really want to eat again.

  Jun Ning took advantage of the inattentiveness of the crowd again, took a chicken leg from the plate, hid under the chopping board, and ate it with big mouthfuls.

The cook next to    looked at the chicken drumsticks on the plate, frowned and murmured, "Why do I feel that the drumsticks seem to be missing?"

   (end of this chapter)