"Give each of the green beans and water spinach!" After ordering the dishes he had eaten, Zhang Ling faced Mao Zhe with his teeth squeaking. Looking at Mao Zhe, his smiley face that made people want to be sarcastic.

Zhang Ling also remembered that Mao Zhe is a cat demon! Cats themselves eat fish and meat. The taste is different from that of themselves. Can they order something delicious?

"Mao Zhe, I'm going to tear you!" Zhang Ling said viciously, grabbed Mao Zhe who turned into a cat and pulled Mao Zhe's face. It seemed that he wanted to tear off his face, proving that Mao Zhe didn't need a face.

"It hurts, it hurts..." Mao Zhe shouted, constantly grabbing his limbs in the air. However, it did not hurt Zhang Ling at all. Even under Zhang Ling's observation, he found it.

Mao Zhe kept crying for pain, but his eyes did not show any pain. He stared at the boiled fish, pork ribs and other meat on the table.

Zhang Ling was so angry that he found this.

"Your food is here!" Just as Zhang Ling was thinking of a solution to treat Mao Zhe, the door was also opened by the waiter and brought the two dishes that Zhang Ling had just ordered.

Zhang Ling was so scared that he quickly let go of Mao Zhe. But the waiter who walked in also saw Mao Zhe sitting beside Zhang Ling with grievance, rubbing his face.

He sighed again in his heart: "This young man's girlfriend is really a murderer. Maybe the tigress is just like this! Poor young man, he will definitely be a strict wife in the future!"

When the waiter put down the dishes and exited the box.

Mao Zhe turned into a cat again, jumped on the table, and showed a cute look at Zhang Ling: "Meow, the waiter said in his heart, this woman is really murderous, I am so pitiful!"

"Eat your fish!" The defeated general dared to give Zhang Ling an eye drop. Zhang Ling slammed the chopsticks on Mao Zhe's head and drank it softly.

Zhang Ling has a ling, not to mention that this ling is what Mao Zhe wants to hear the most.

Mao Zhe was ready to go, and he lowered his head and started eating quickly. Before Zhang Ling could eat enough, Mao Zhe had already finished a basin of boiled fish and several plates of meat.

He turned into a human body and sat on the chair without any image. He touched his stomach but was still flat and sighed: "I'm so full! If I could eat like this every day in the future, I would be really comfortable that day!"

"Eat, be careful to eat you to death!" Zhang Ling replied angrily when he saw this.

"Aren't you a great writer? You also have many book fans, and the manuscript fee must be very high. Why do you still look like a person who hasn't eaten for five hundred years? Will you lose the face of a cat demon?"

Seeing Mao Zhe like this, Zhang Ling couldn't help but sarcastically. In the Juntian world, although the cat demon in the Dan Condensation Stage is not considered to have a high level of cultivation. But in the demon clan, or the cat demon clan, it immediately.

It’s also a very good brother. You don’t have to consider eating. A low-grade spirit stone every day is considered a bad treatment. Not to mention Mao Zhe’s sigh.

"Wow, beauty, you really are. If you don't take the lead, you don't know how expensive it is to be a fool!" Hearing Zhang Ling's sarcastic words, Mao Zhe jumped up and said with grievance.

"There are many fans in this book, but not everyone spends money to read my books! In addition, the website needs to be divided into half of the money earned, and China has to charge a tax rate of 20%.

In my hands, there is only a little left. Here, you need to pay for food and housing. This year, the website has changed its website and reformed it, and readers have disappeared.
Chapter completed!