The tyrant is changing the plot madly because of the fake princess's voice

The main course for the evening was the whole grain pancakes that Wei Wen and his companions had handed to Jiang Yingcheng and the others earlier. The vegetables were a few vegan side dishes that they picked from the abandoned vegetable fields on the outskirts of the city and cooked by themselves on a long bench.

In the turbulent times, in order to prevent Da Rui’s army from making a sudden visit one day, the men in the welfare home ate these foods.

The dishes were not very delicious, and there were only a few plates on the table belonging to the children.

Jiang Yingcheng leaned forward to smell it, then pulled back with little interest.

Anyway, they would be leaving soon, so she planned to save her stomach for something delicious when she returned.

Well...by the way, I'll also treat these friends I just met to a big meal.

Wei Yang thought she didn't dare to eat because of what she said before, so he picked up a big piece of food with chopsticks and put it in the little girl's bowl.

He leaned close to the little guy's ear and said in a low voice, "Eat it with confidence."

There is no poison in the food.

Jiang Yingcheng: "..."

Jiang Yingcheng: "...Thank you, Brother Wei Yang."

She picked out a piece of leafy green vegetable and put it in her mouth, and was surprised to find that it tasted quite good.

Wei Yang smiled gently, his eyes swept across the top of the little guy's head, and looked at the people gathered around another table.

Those people were in a very good mood today. The "dean" got a jar of good wine from somewhere and was sharing it with everyone with a smile on his face. On the table, the height of the coarse grain biscuits on the plate was almost the same as he remembered, but he was not sure whether anyone had eaten it before.

Wei Yang was a little anxious.

It would be fine if no one had touched the cookies, but if only one or two people had eaten them, then...

When the drug takes effect, everyone will realize that there is something wrong with the food, and their operation today will be a complete failure.

The days ahead will not be any easier.

Everyone's heart was in suspense, and their eyes kept glancing towards the round table opposite.

"Don't look at it." Wei Wen suddenly spoke in a low voice.

The gazes of my companions were too direct and scorching. If we let them continue looking at us like this, the other side would find out the problem sooner or later.

Hearing this, Jiang Yingcheng subconsciously wanted to turn around and take a glance. Just as he turned his head halfway, his brain, which had been away from home for a while, came back in time.

She caught a glimpse of the scene at the round table opposite her, and she immediately realized what her friends were worried about.

【Um? 】

【Why are you still drinking? ! 】

The angry voice was filled with "hate for not being able to make a good person": [Drinking makes things worse! Drinking makes things worse!! ]

Guan Zhili: “…”

Guan Zhili turned the little guy's head back manually and said softly as if to cover up, "Focus on eating."

Jiang Yingcheng blinked, his dull gaze gradually focused, he glanced at the bowl piled high with vegetables, then raised his head and glanced around the table.

The whole-grain pancakes on their table had been secretly put away by their friends and replaced with versions that they had hidden in advance without the knockout drug. Except for the small pile of food that Wei Yang picked up for her, no one had touched the rest of the dishes on the plate.

His dark eyes turned cunningly, and an idea suddenly came to his mind.

Jiang Yingcheng stood up and suddenly said loudly: "Don't serve Chengcheng any more food. Chengcheng really can't eat any more!"

Everyone was silent for a moment because of this sentence.

After saying this, Jiang Yingcheng jumped off the bench, holding the biscuit in his hand that he hadn't had time to eat yet, and ran towards the other table with a "da da da" sound.

"Uncle Dean!"

Jiang Yingcheng opened his arms and moved his short legs very quickly, as if there was a monster chasing him from behind.

"Wuwuwu, Dean, please save Chengcheng!"

The "Dean" liked this new gold nugget very much. He showed no displeasure on his face when he heard the words, and even forced a smile on his red face from drinking.

"What's wrong?!"

He reached out and caught the little guy who was running straight towards him and put him in the empty space next to him.

There were long benches here, and as the superior of this group of people, he occupied an entire bench by himself, which was just convenient for the little guy to sit over.

Jiang Yingcheng quickly scanned the dishes on the table with his big eyes, and angrily said a series of "dirty words" in his heart.

jerk!

These people are bastards!!

Her two big round eyes could clearly see that while they were drinking, everyone's mouth movements almost never stopped, either they were bragging about drinking or chewing!

The whole grain pancakes on the table were hardly touched, and they only ate the vegetables on the table.

Just like that, the remaining vegetables on the table in front of me are more than the original amount on their table!!

This is too much!

Thinking of this, when Jiang Yingcheng raised his head again, his face still had that pitiful look, very much in line with the basic qualities of an "actor".

"The brothers kept picking up food for Chengcheng, and Chengcheng is almost stuffed to death!"

Several people at the table laughed out loud.

"Hahahaha-"

"Is Chengcheng here to show off?"

"This is really a different kind of trouble—"

The "Dean" glanced lazily across the room without thinking much about it.

These little brats usually act pretentiously and act like brothers and sisters.

"Then Chengcheng, how do you want the dean to help you?"

Jiang Yingcheng raised the small cake in her hand and smiled sweetly: "Take a bite, Uncle Dean, help Chengcheng take a bite!"

The "Dean" paused, lowered his eyes with a slightly gloomy expression, and after glancing at the small cake and seeing the bite marks on it from the little guy, he suddenly relaxed.

"Okay," he said with a smile, "Then uncle will help Chengcheng take a bite."

After saying that, the "dean" looked at the little guy's raised hands, lowered his head and took a bite of the cake.

The taste of coarse-grain pancakes is much rougher than that of fine-grain pancakes, but this small pancake is hot and looks relatively soft overall, and the taste is unexpectedly delicious.

Successfully whetted his appetite.

He rarely praised: "Not bad."

"Only for your uncle the dean?"

Someone laughed and joked: "Chengcheng, why don't you give some to us uncles?"

Jiang Yingcheng hurriedly handed over the small cake in his hand: "Give it to uncle too!"

“No, no,” the man who had spoken earlier looked at the two teeth marks on the cake and waved his hands repeatedly, “Uncle has more here, Chengcheng can eat it by yourself.”

After saying that, he reached out and picked up a small piece of cake from the plate.

The others also took a piece.

Although there was a lot of food on their table, they were strong and ate a lot, so the bread might not be enough for them.

In a short while, the originally piled high plate of small cakes was divided up by several people.

Jiang Yingcheng's eyes secretly fell on everyone, and after seeing that many people had eaten a piece, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

They finally ate!

"Eh? You know what, this cake is really delicious!"

"Yeah yeah--"

"If you ask me, these little brats are pretty—huh?!"

Someone looked back triumphantly, and just as he was about to say something, his body suddenly stopped.

"What are you looking at, little brat?!"

His tone suddenly rose.