This little Nizi might not have noticed it herself, but she did something weird.

He loves to eat steamed buns and hates steamed buns. When eating, he always likes to wait until the rice is warm before eating.

But these things are his instinct, just like opening his mouth to eat, they are details that he never cared about.

He doesn't even care about the details, let alone being known by others! !

Even the lop ears and others who served him didn't notice these.

And want to know this, it is not just as simple as being familiar with him.

This means that his guess is correct! !

The relationship between the two of them is unusual! ! !

However, why didn't she tell the truth, instead of covertly avoiding it?

Is it afraid of his distrust, or is there something unspeakable? ?

At breakfast, Ling Luoyu was still nagging, and the nagging maids wanted to go up and sew her mouth together.

When Mo Xuanchen waved their hands to let them retreat, one by one left the hall hurriedly, relieved, like a pardon.

There was no one in the hall, and Ling Luoyu sat down beside Mo Xuanchen.

Without waiting for greetings, he decisively filled a bowl of white fungus soup and poured it down first.

"Wow...comfortable!! I said my mouth was dry this morning!!"

Looking down, watching Mo Xuanchen staring at her slightly, he glanced suspiciously at himself.

"What? What do I do?!"

"Your porridge..."

Mo Xuanchen thought that the first bowl she served was for himself, but who knew that she drank it in one gulp.

Ling Luoyu glared at him uncomfortably: "There are no outsiders now, what are you hypocritical? What do you want to eat and drink, don't you do it yourself? In order to reduce the eyes of the maids left on you, how much saliva I waste, Just let them avoid this place desperately. How far did they go?! This is just drinking a bowl of your soup. You are so careless, really stingy!!"

She mumbled and got up, again serving a bowl of soup.

As expected, Mo Xuanchen felt that this bowl must be his own, so he raised his hand to pick it up, but who knew that Ling Luoyu had drank it by himself again.

After two bowls of soup, Ling Luoyu was completely comfortable.

"full"

She put down the soup bowl, the movement of Camo Xuanchen speechless.

"Master, you...you won't be waiting for me to serve you soup... right?!"

I'm really used to being an uncle, and I have to wait for others to do it when I have a meal.

"No..." Mo Xuanchen twitched the corner of his mouth, and served the soup by himself.

Looking at Ling Luoyu's eyes, he seemed to be looking at an idiot.

He has lived this life since he was a child. Is there anything wrong with it? !

As soon as he took a sip of the soup, Ling Luoyu grabbed the bun and came up.

"While there is no one now, tell me what happened last night..."

"Cough cough..." Mo Xuanchen almost squirted out the soup, coughing straightly: "Didn't I tell you? We are innocent, we didn't do anything..."

Ling Luoyu bit a big mouthful of steamed buns: "Could you not be so dirty in your mind??! Did I ask you this question??? I mean, what happened to that obsession last night?? Are you? Don't poison people often?!"

"Do you think it will?!" Only then did Mo Xuanchen understand what she was asking, and he became sober: "The deity is that kind of useless person?!"