Rumor Has It That I’m Pregnant with His Highness’ Child

Xiao Fan was startled when he saw the portrait on the drawing paper.

The man on the paper has an incomparable image. Whether it is facial features or outlines, the proportions are almost the same as those of a real person. Even the man's hair is depicted so delicately, and you can even see the flashing luster.

Yu Curly asked expectantly, "How is my painting?"

Xiao Yan sincerely praised.

"very good."

While this portrait has no appreciative value, it is objective and truthful enough.

For judicial justice, objectivity and truth are precisely the most important.

Yu Weiwei smiled extremely proudly.

If there is a tail behind her, it must have been lifted to the sky by this time.

Xiao Yan put away the portrait: "Let's go."

"okay!"

Yu Weiwei followed the man out, and Luo Pingsha hurried to catch up.

"His Royal Highness, please stay!"

Xiao Lian looked back at him: "What else?"

Luo Pingsha: "It's about the portrait. My subordinates have an idea and want to discuss it with His Royal Highness."

Seeing that they had something serious to talk about, Yu curled up immediately.

"It's just about lunch time. I'll go to the dining hall and have a look. Let's talk slowly."

She put her hands in her sleeves and walked away.

As soon as the people in the dining hall saw Miss Yu, they immediately looked like they had seen a Bodhisattva, and their faces immediately showed admiration.

The fat chef was sitting in the rocking chair drinking tea, enjoying the apprentices pinching their shoulders and beating their legs.

Hearing that Miss Yu was coming, he immediately kicked a fat fish and jumped up.

"Miss Yu, please come in, please come in!"

The fat chef bowed down and invited people in respectfully.

"Please sit here, what would you like to drink? I have some good Longjing treasures here. Can I make a pot for you?"

Yu Weiyi sat in the reclining chair and said casually, "It's fine."

The little apprentice soon returned with warm Longjing tea.

Before he brought the tea to Miss Yu, he was pushed away by Fat Dahai.

Fat Dahai snatched the tea from the young apprentice and sent it to Miss Yu eagerly, not forgetting to remind.

"This tea is a little hot, be careful."

Yu Weiwei took the tea cup and took a sip: "Well, this tea is quite fragrant."

The fat chef said hurriedly: "As long as you like it, I will bring the rest of the tea to you."

After he finished speaking, he was about to turn around and leave. It seemed that he really planned to bring all the tea leaves he treasured.

Yu curling hurriedly stopped him: "No need, there are tea leaves in the Prince's Mansion, if I want to drink it at any time, you should keep that tea for yourself and drink it slowly."

Fat Haihe chuckled.

"How can this be the same? The tea leaves in the Prince's Mansion belong to His Royal Highness. My tea was specially given to you with filial piety, and it is a piece of my heart."

Yu Wei looked at him up and down: "You are so diligent, you must be asking me for something? Tell me, what is it?"

Unexpectedly, the next moment she saw the fat chef bend his knees and thump, and he knelt heavily on the ground.

The ground trembled as it was so heavy.

Yu Curly was startled, and subconsciously grasped the armrest of the chair.

"What are you doing?"

I saw the fat chef with tears in his eyes and a sincere tone: "Miss Yu, please accept me as your apprentice!"

Yu curling quickly waved: "No, no, how old are you, how can I accept you as a disciple?"

Although she didn't ask the other party's age, but looking at the other party's appearance and figure, at least she was in her thirties.

She is only sixteen years old this year, and she doesn't seem like someone who can be his master.