The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old - Chapter 929

Chapter 929: A Familiar Taste (1)

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Lu Huaijiang carried the lunchbox and entered the bedroom.

The doors of the hall were tightly shut, and no one dared to approach.

The last time someone barged into His Majesty’s bedroom, His Majesty beheaded him in public. From then on, no one dared to approach unless His Majesty summoned them.

Lu Huaijiang carried the food box and appeared in the backyard of the Jiang family in a flash.

“Pay more attention in the future. Which young master is more resistant to being beaten up?” Madam Xia shook her head as she walked.

Lu Huaijiang raised his eyebrows. He felt that he was the best at taking a beating.

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He carried the lunchbox into Lulu’s room. The little girl was wearing a snow-white undergarment.

“Hey, Jiang Jiang, you came at the right time. There might be a problem with my Life and Death Book.”

“Miss Xie is clearly still alive, why did she lose so much blood? I saw it with my own eyes. The moment I sat on the stool and stood up, the stool turned red.”

“Lulu came back to check the Life and Death Book. It’s clearly an excellent fate. Why is there so much blood…” Lulu’s Book of Life and Death was almost torn apart.

Lu Huaijiang stopped in her tracks, her ears slightly red.

“Is she terminally ill?”

What did Lu Huaijiang say?

“Don’t worry about that. As long as there’s no problem with the Life and Death Book, it’s fine. Come and taste the food I made for you.” Lu Huaijiang couldn’t help but think of the menstrual belt from back then.

Ah.

That was a painful memory that he could not erase for the rest of his life.

Lulu frowned and obediently sat beside him.

What Lu Huaijiang did not say was that every woman would experience this.

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His Lulu could do it too.

At that time, it would mean that his Lulu had grown up.

She had grown into a young lady who could marry.

“Ah, it smells so good.” The moment the food box was opened, the little girl’s eyes lit up.

She went forward and hugged Lu Huaijiang’s arm, sitting intimately beside him.

The moment he touched Lulu, Lu Huaijiang’s body trembled violently. He sat up straight, and his face flushed red.

Only now did he notice that Lulu’s hair was still wet.

His clothes were also the inner clothes that he had just changed into.

Her pair of eyes were unusually lively. At this moment, she was hugging his arm tightly against her chest.

The little girl seemed to have never avoided him. Sometimes, Lu Huaijiang did not know whether to be happy or sad.

Not avoiding him was a good thing, but it was also a bad thing.

This meant that she never had any other thoughts.

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“What a familiar smell. I think I’ve smelled this fragrance somewhere before.” Lulu took a deep breath.

” Nonsense! ” The Evil God stomped his feet in his sea of consciousness. ” Nonsense! ”

No one in the world was worthy of him cooking.

Only his grass.

The Evil God looked tired.

Lu Huaijiang held her breath and pulled Lulu to sit down gently. She only heaved a sigh of relief when she felt that Lulu was far away.

“Try it. I bet no one has ever tasted this before.” This was made by me, the evil god.

Lulu picked up a piece and nodded quickly as he ate.

“Good, good…It’s really good.”

The little girl had just finished her dinner and was originally thinking of taking a bite, but she couldn’t stop once she started.

Moreover, she felt a sense of familiarity.

It seemed like she had eaten it somewhere before.

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“Where did you buy it? I’ll let my brother lead the court in the future.” Lulu’s eyes curved, and its stomach was almost stuffed.

“It’s a new chef in the palace.” Lu Huaijiang coughed lightly. When you want to eat it, tell your brother. Let him bring it back from the palace.”

After I leave court, I will rush to the royal study. There should be enough time, right?

At most, he would read less of the memorials.

Evil God:

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