You cause trouble and I collect your body, the little emperor’s aunt abuses the scumbag again

"I heard that Fumanlou has just launched health porridge. What's there?"

Although King Mo knew that there was health porridge here, he never came to taste it.

The main reason is that he is not an old man, an old lady, or a woman. He is in a strong state and does not need to think about health care.

"Health porridge?"

The waiter was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "If the prince wants anything else, the shop will make it right away. This health porridge will have to wait."

King Mo was surprised, "Is this troublesome?"

"It's a bit troublesome. It's just that our boss's distinguished guests have arrived, and the higher-ups have just given instructions that they can only be sold after the distinguished guests have made their selections."

When King Mo heard this, his eyes turned cold and he said with a displeased look on his face: "What kind of distinguished guest? Are you more distinguished than this king?"

He is the noble King Mo, and he is one of the best in the capital. When did he have to queue up to order health porridge?

Whether Shi can endure it or not, King Mo really wants to compete with him.

"Well, Your Majesty, our boss didn't know you were coming either."

Cold sweat broke out on the waiter's forehead. He had never encountered such a thing before.

"Huh, when will your boss's distinguished guests come over? I want to see who has such a big face?"

If you don't even give him face, what kind of distinguished guest is he?

"This one……"

The waiter also hesitated. The shopkeeper did not say the identity of the distinguished guest. If the guest was not as distinguished as King Mo, there would be another dispute.

"Your Majesty, please wait a moment. I will go and ask the shopkeeper now."

The waiter didn't expect King Mo to be so fussy. Normally, guests would wait a moment in this situation. After all, they are Fumanlou, not a roadside stall. Everyone knows that they also have a background.

King Mo raised his head proudly and led Lin Shiyin into the private room.

But a moment later, the waiter came back again,

"King Mo, I'm really sorry. The shopkeeper said that the distinguished guest will be here later."

Does this mean that guests should choose first? An unknown anger suddenly emerged from the bottom of my heart. King Mo had been having a hard time doing things in the past two days. Today happened to be the same time, and this anger came out.

"Haha, you Fumanlou are so domineering, even I have to wait for you."

The waiter was speechless, but at this moment, a greeting came from downstairs.

The shopkeeper came to greet him personally.

"My lord, you are finally here."

What? Also a prince?

King Mo stood up and went downstairs, saying, "I would like to see who is so proud."

Lin Shiyin also got up together. After all, King Mo came to accompany her for dinner today.

As soon as the two of them reached the stairs on the second floor, they saw a pair of beautiful people coming in. The man was sitting in a wheelchair, with picturesque features and a cold expression. The woman was holding the wheelchair behind her. Her face was as big as a palm. Even with makeup, she still looks stunningly beautiful.

Aren't these King Han and Sheng Yuhua?

"Sheng Yuhua, how could it be you?"

Seeing Sheng Yuhua come in, Lin Shiyin screamed.

You can see Sheng Yujiao at home, and meet Sheng Yuhua again when you go out. She and the Sheng sisters have a deadly feud, and they can't hide in peace wherever they go.

Hearing Lin Shiyin's cry, Sheng Yuhua raised an eyebrow and looked over.

King Han frowned and raised his eyes to look at the stairs. The ferocity in his eyes made Lin Shiyin tremble.

She shrank and moved a few steps behind King Mo.

"Haha, Prince Mo's house is so polite that he even dares to call the emperor's sister-in-law by her name?"

King Mo's eyes were dark, looking at the beautiful Sheng Yuhua, a bitterness spread in his heart.

A woman's status before marriage and after marriage are completely different.

Even when he was in the palace, he kept convincing himself that no matter how good King Han was, Sheng Yuhua would still be his sooner or later.

But looking at her now, does he still feel confident?

The joy in her body radiates from within. Seeing such a happy Sheng Yuhua, his heart felt like he had eaten coptis.

This woman should have been mine.

"Can you still discipline me?"

Seeing that the two of them were silent, King Han spoke again.