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Chapter 1222: She Did Not Believe That Long Yang Was Drunk
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Lu Liangwei touched her moist forehead, then buried her face in his chest and mumbled, “I like you so, so much, Your Majesty.”
“I know.” Long Yang wrapped an arm around her, the corners of his mouth turned up.
Lu Liangwei pouted at his calm tone, unsatisfied with his simple response. “That’s it?”
Long Yang paused and gazed at her with a smile. “I thought I’d already expressed my feelings clearly enough.”
Hearing this, Lu Liangwei relaxed.
!!Indeed, it would be too demanding to ask someone like the Emperor to explicitly declare his love.
However, she was well aware of his feelings for her, even if he had never said it out loud.
Just then, Chu Jiu appeared at the courtyard entrance and reported, “Your Highness, the kitchen servants have prepared the chicken feet according to your instructions.”
Lu Liangwei immediately pushed Long Yang away. “All right, coming!”
“Chicken feet?” Long Yang was puzzled.
Lu Liangwei squeezed his hand and flashed him a sweet smile. “You’ll find out tonight.” With that, she scurried off.
In the evening, Lu Liangwei ordered the servants to lay the table and invited Long Xuan and the others over for dinner.
Knowing that most of them were good drinkers, she instructed the servants to prepare two more jars of wine.
The moment her guests stepped into the courtyard, they were greeted with the rich smell of food. As they approached the table, they discovered that it was laden with all kinds of dishes made from chicken feet.
“What dishes are these, Royal Aunt?” Long Xuan asked cheerily.
Lu Liangwei introduced each dish on the table. “This is steamed chicken feet in soy sauce; this is chicken feet soup with wolfberry and cabbage; this is wine-brined chicken feet; this is braised chicken feet…”
The others were amazed to learn that so many dishes could be made from chicken feet, and just the aroma itself was enough to make their mouths water.
