"Just wait here, anyway, nine out of ten. When they reappear, your host will come out!"

"Just blow it!" Zhuang Dashang glared: "Then Miss Ling is a fairy? If you can heal a person's leg, it can be healed?"

Feng Chenglin rolled his eyes: "Look at what you said, are you cursing your master?"

"you"

Cheng Xue gave him a fierce look: "Shut up!!"

This crow's mouth! !

Such things must be said with good words.

He was fine, and said frustratingly.

Zhuang Dashang also realized that he had said a bit too much, and quickly slapped himself: "Bah, baah, I didn't mean that... I mean, the master's legs will definitely get better..."

"Okay, stop talking!!"

Cheng Xueyi said that she was impatient and gave him a cold look.

"Master Ji Ren Tianxiang, it must be all right!"

The corners of Zhuang Dashang's mouth twitched, and he wanted to say something, but in the end he closed his mouth.

The maid quickly brought noodles and porridge, and also brought side dishes for dinner.

Feng Chenglin was eating jubilantly, and the noodles screamed loudly, without any image.

Mo You drank the porridge while looking at him a little differently.

In such an environment, everyone is very elegant, why is he so rude?

Dingmiao tacitly exchanged a look with Feng Chenglin, and stirred up the noodles with a smile, and ate the noodles gracefully without any sound.

Compared with him, Feng Chenglin is simply a stubborn guy, and it is annoying to look at.

Not only Zhuang Dashang, but Cheng Xue's eyes were also a little different.

"It's delicious... it's delicious... well, you son, your noodles are so delicious... I have eaten so many places, and I have never eaten such delicious noodles!"

Only five mouthfuls of Mo You's porridge, Feng Chenglin's big bowl has gone down.

"Come on, two more bowls... By the way, don't forget to give me two heads of garlic..."

Fortunately, there are more than two bowls of noodles in the kitchen.

Not long after, two bowls of noodles came up again.

This time, he was facing up and squatting directly on the chair.

"Dingmiao, don't you know that the days when I was eating at Zhou's house hurt me... You can't make a sound when you eat, yes, yes, yes, just like you are now. Yes, I have to take a shower every day... You don't know, I wash it once every half a year, and I wash it every day. My old skin is rubbed and bald..."

Both Dingmiao and Mo You have a meal.

"Also, you have to wear shoes when you are okay. It's like when we were together before. Whenever I want to be barefoot, I close it whenever I want. It's so comfortable..."

Speaking of slippers, he really dragged the shoes.

Dingmiao and Mo You put down the chopsticks and soup spoon at the same time, and glanced at each other.

Just these disgusting words and rude actions, it is estimated that the gods will not be able to eat.

Feng Chenglin didn't even know it, so he stirred up the noodles, ate it with a big bite, and took a bite of garlic.

In an instant, the pungent smell rushed out.

"Um... I'm full, go out for a stroll..."

Mo You could not sit still at first and got up.

Dingmiao rose up: "I also eat a lot, I..."

"belch"

There was a loud burp.

In the hall, some strange smells also dispersed.

The polite words behind Dingmiao stopped, and he dragged Mo You around quickly from one side.