"He likes sports so much, I have to find something for him!"

Ling Luoyu's chopsticks tapped on the table again, and then pointed at Feng Chenglin.

"You, fat man, you didn't hear what I said, let you come up again after eating, why are you here now..."

"You guys want to chat, how can you miss me?"

It's okay for Feng Chenglin not to speak. When he opened his mouth, the whole room was filled with stink.

Not to mention Ling Luoyu, even the other big men were full of disgust, and even pushed and pushed him to the door.

Dingmiao even wanted to bring a bucket of water: "After eating, rinse your mouth until your mouth is odorless, and then put it on our table!"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

As for?

Just eat some stinky tofu! ?

Glancing at Angkor, he politely lifted the stinky tofu: "Angkor, do you want to be together?"

Angkor: "...

Since being thrown into that icy and snowy ground, let alone eating, I haven't even drank saliva.

He is cold and hungry now.

Not to mention stinky tofu, even Yoneda...he can eat two bites.

But he is a little self-aware, and he is not fascinated by the stinky tofu... In this place, it is not his turn to decide whether to eat or not!

Subconsciously, his eyes aimed at Ling Luoyu.

As for Ling Luoyu, he was very considerate, holding a bowl of hot soup for him and placing it in front of him.

"Angkor, please..."

Angkor: "..."

What does this mean? !

Inexplicably, he suddenly felt like eating a decapitated meal.

He shook his head desperately at the moment: "You, are you going to kill me?"

"How could I kill you?" Ling Luoyu seemed to look at him curiously, with an innocent look in his eyes: "I saw you have been frozen outside for so long. I think you must have been frozen out, so I gave you a gift. Some soup, I want you to have a drink, warm your body, move your muscles and bones..."

Angkor: "..."

so good?

Lie to the ghost, if you are really so kind, you won't throw him in that ghost place, and almost freeze him into a living sculpture.

Ling Luoyu raised his eyes slightly, and his sorrow was exhausted: "Fatty, my brain is a little dysfunctional lately, my memory has declined, and I always forget some words. I remember, there is a sentence called...toast not to eat, what to eat With..."

Without waiting for the cooperation of Fengchenglin, Angkor was already very witty, holding the soup in his hands and pouring it down in twos or twos.

The warm soup poured into the mouth, like a line of fire, straight down the throat to the body.

That feeling... cool! !

Angkor's body shook comfortably and shuddered.

Ling Luoyu smiled beautifully, and once again became a bowl of soup for him: "What does that say...is it a good thing to be a double?"

What else does Angkor use to be in pairs?

No need to talk nonsense, he picked up the bowl decisively and dried a bowl of soup.

When it was time to serve the third bowl, Ling Luoyu didn't need any more, and he took the initiative to take it.

but--

Ling Luoyu smiled and put the soup in his hand: "Come...this is the third bowl, Mengpo soup..."

"boom!"

The soup bowl fell and fell to pieces.

With his hands raised just like that, Ang Ge looked at Ling Luoyu without blinking.

He had just had a flushed complexion, and instantly turned pale.

"You... didn't you say, don't kill... mine?"

"I didn't kill you just now, and I did what I said, but after drinking Meng Po soup, it's not necessarily anymore..."