Fortunately, Ling Luoyu's fingertips squeezed Zhao Qin's shoulder again, and the pain he had already condensed, disappeared in an instant.

"Master Qin, what are you doing? Even if you care about the patriarch, you can't cast fire on these people!"

Zhao Qin's pupils shrank instantly, his eyes turned sharply, but he did not speak.

Ling Luoyu slammed his sleeves without a trace, stepped forward, and walked towards Feng Chenglin and others.

"You people, let me listen carefully... The patriarch takes care of everything. It is the safety and honor of my Zhao family's tens of thousands of people. Therefore, you must take care of your body. Otherwise, you will have trouble with Master Qin and the entire Zhao family. From now on... Master Qin's diet and the patriarch's diet must be completely swapped. Master Qin's side only needs two dishes and one meal a day, and the patriarch's dinner table must ensure a complete range of meat and vegetables. Yes, do you hear it?"

For a while, no one spoke.

You look at me and I look at you, and they look different.

Only Feng Chenglin raised his eyebrows imperceptibly when he met the eyes of the upper smoke.

Zhao Qin's eyes flashed: "What? Didn't you hear what Miss Yu'er said?"

"From now on, what she said is what I mean...you guys, send me these food shops to the patriarch. If you dare to slack off, see how I clean up you!!!"

Zhao Qin's words made the subordinates look at each other embarrassingly.

In the end, Feng Chenglin took the lead, walked over, took the lead in holding a bowl of dishes, and turned around.

"This... is it for the patriarch?"

"Yes, just hold it and send it over!" Zhao Qin sternly shouted.

If he wanted to put on him a luxurious big hat, he would fight for a tooth and beat the hat back to him.

Who knows the reputation of integrity?

Wouldn't it be easier to eat?

what is the relationship? !

Not to mention, he himself has no requirements for this meal.

Moreover, the act is naturally more exaggerated.

The meals Zhao Ziming gave him came from food boxes.

Then he asked them to directly carry the food and send it back, earning a wave of eyeballs.

Sure enough, when Zhao Ziming saw the food placed in front of him, his first reaction was--

"What are you doing?"

A group of more than ten people, each holding one or two dishes in their hands, are standing bowed.

"Housekeeper Qi, what the **** is going on?" Zhao Ziming stood up and shouted.

An old man in a gray gown hurried over: "Patriarch, these are all meals for Master Qin."

"Whose?" Zhao Ziming's expression changed slightly: "Whose food?"

"Master Qin..."

"How did his food get to me?"

"I asked them just now, saying that it was Master Qin who didn't know what was going on, and suddenly became furious. He said that it was the patriarch that you worked hard, but only two dishes and one soup. He was overwhelmed and asked to send you the food and said From now on, his food consumption will be the same as yours before, just two dishes and one meal!"

"Zhao Qin?!" Zhao Ziming's lips whispered, and he uttered two words, a bit more playful: "What tricks are you playing?"

However, his face remained calm.

"Master Qin, what does this mean? I made these meals specially for him... In this way, Mr. Qi, you personally take people there..."