667 The Days Are Still Long

Hearing Hu Feng calling him father, he felt that life was enough.

In the past three years, he has not hurt him in vain, and all his efforts seem to have been rewarded.

Hu Feng is not an ordinary person, he is the prince of the Chu kingdom, the king of the god of war, his surname is Chu, not Hu, and after he recovered his memory, he was still willing to call him father, and still looked at him with the eyes he used to look at him. In closeness, there is respect.

Ru'er threw herself into Zhou Awu's arms and burst into tears.

Zhou Xiaofeng was also pulled aside by Zhou Gang, looking up and down, tears welling up in his eyes.

Bai Zhi turned her head, secretly wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes, raised her face and smiled: "Why are you crying? Isn't it time to laugh? Come on, let's go to the guest house for a drink. I'm happy today, and I won't go home if I don't get drunk!"

Fu Zheng nodded immediately: "Okay, let's go drinking, we won't go home if we don't get drunk!" Fu Zheng's family has long since disappeared, and now he is the only one left in Lao Fu's family. Seeing their relatives reunite, he is very happy uncomfortable.

Hu Feng patted his shoulder and nodded to him.

Fu Zheng smiled bitterly and sighed.

The group left Tianyi Pavilion, Hu Feng deliberately walked a few steps slowly, and got close to Bai Zhi, he glanced at her head, and there was nothing like before.

"Where's the hairpin I gave you?" he asked.

Bai Zhi smiled and asked, "What hairpin?"

"Stop pretending to be garlic!"

"I didn't!"

A few simple conversations, but warm and sweet and intoxicating.

Dongfang Wan'er looked at Hu Feng and was very satisfied. She could see that Hu Feng was sincere to Bai Zhi, and she was all alone in her eyes.

It's just that Zhi'er is only thirteen years old now, and Hu Feng is already twenty-three years old. At his age, can he wait another two years for Zhi'er?

Even if he is not in a hurry, the emperor will be in a hurry.

It's up to Dad to go to the emperor to find out about this.

A group of people came to the dining room. The guy saw that there were a lot of them. It was still early, and the private rooms in the building were still empty, so they arranged the largest private room for them.

The biggest advantage is that you don't have to wait for the food. The chefs are very busy, but they are eager to serve the food. After a short time, the table is full.

Bai Zhi sat between Zhao Lan and Dongfang Wan'er, Hu Feng sat beside Hu Changlin, and kept serving Hu Changlin dishes. Knowing that Hu Changlin didn't like spicy food, he asked the staff to cook some light dishes on purpose.

Hu Changlin couldn't close his mouth: "Alright, alright, I'm not hungry, just eat whatever you want. You guys only entered Beijing today, the road must be very hard, you eat more."

A Wu smiled and said: "It's not hard to say that it's hard work, we're all used to it, the hardest thing is that we can't eat the dishes made by A Zhi, and His Highness and I couldn't swallow anything. Look, His Highness has lost a lot of weight. circle."

Zhao Lan was delighted and waved his hand cheerfully: "In that case, when you come to Dongfang Bieyuan tomorrow, Zhi'er and I will cook you a delicious meal."

Hu Feng smiled lightly, stretched out his hand and put a chopstick of crystal shrimp into the dish of Angelica: "You don't need to do too much, just five dishes and one soup."

Aren't five dishes and one soup enough? Bai Zhi glanced at him.

A-Wu said again: "I must make dumplings. Your Highness has said it many times."

Hu Feng took another chopstick and put the beef in sauce into the Baizhiyou dish, and said in a low voice, "Both fried dumplings and dumplings."

A Wu Le couldn't do it. He opened his mouth and wanted to speak again. Bai Zhi immediately glanced over and said to A Wu: "The days are still long, Brother A Wu!"

A Wu covered his mouth and snickered, waved his hand: "Okay, I won't say it!"