Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Hey, that undrinkable water... Ah Zhao shouted.

Zhao Yin didn't care about raw water and cooked water at the moment, he only knew that if he didn't drink water, he might become the first prince in Dayan's history to choke to death on a steamed bun.

After finally getting along, Zhao Yin only felt a vicissitudes in his heart.

He has fallen into such a situation!

Seeing Ah Zhao squatting down and preparing to eat, Zhao Yin thought a little dissatisfied, this woman really has no conscience, seeing him choked so uncomfortable, she was indifferent and only cared about eating by herself.

But on the other hand, he has already said: You eat slowly.

A Zhao glanced at him, not quite understanding what he meant.

But she soon understood - this steamed bun is simply too hard.

There is no taste yet.

Thanks to this, Ah Zhao couldn't swallow it at all, and naturally he wouldn't be choked.

Zhao Yin looked coldly at her tearing up small pieces bit by bit and stuffing them into her mouth as if she was going to die. He felt very funny in his heart, and the corners of his lips curled up uncontrollably.

But he reacted quickly and forced it down.

The spoken words are cold and cold: The princess followed me to this Anle Palace, and she couldn't even eat a normal meal, so why bother?

Ah Zhao said in her heart that you should take it as my wish, if you weren't the male lead, I wouldn't bother to care about you.

On the face, she glanced at Zhao Yin lightly, but didn't speak.

Zhao Yin looked at her, and suddenly turned and left without saying a word.

Ah Zhao glanced at his back inexplicably, and continued to smash the steamed bun in his hand.

Half an hour later, Zhao Yin came over.

He also had a kettle in his hand.

Azhao was getting a barely clean cloth right now, wrung out the water and wiped the bedroom—the place where you want to sleep must be clean.

Zhao Yin frowned as he looked at the steamed buns that were barely moving on the plate.

Qin Shi. He called her.

A Zhao came out with a rag, Zhao Yin looked at her hands, they were white, each finger was like onion roots, as if she was born to enjoy the blessings in the brocade. But at this moment, what she was holding was not a scented handkerchief, but a dirty and smelly dishcloth.

He found this scene very glaring.

Frowning subconsciously, he said aloud, Throw away what you are holding!

Ah Zhao looked at him speechlessly, thinking that the prince hadn't come out of the honorable life in the past.

She thought about it and felt that the other party was quite pitiful, so she explained: I have to tidy up the bedroom, otherwise I still won't be able to sleep tonight.

I said throw it away! Zhao Yin shouted sharply.

The sudden raised voice made Ah Zhao's hands tremble in fright, and the rag fell to the ground.

Now, go and wash your hands. Zhao Yin ordered.

Ah Zhao subconsciously walked towards the well, and only realized when he got to the side, why should I listen to him?

She stopped in dissatisfaction, and was about to protest when she saw Zhao Yin bending down and pouring something into a clean bowl with a kettle.

It was boiling water that was still steaming hot.

Sensing his gaze, Zhao Yin said impatiently: What are you waiting for, wash your hands and come over to eat!

Ah Zhao's heart trembled, and he suddenly understood what Zhao Yin was doing when he went out just now.

He is boiling hot water.

She washed it up obediently and walked to the stone table with a broken corner.

The two dry and hard steamed buns had been soaked in boiling water, softened, and finally had a hint of food aroma.