"You just wait here. Anyway, it's almost 100% that when they appear again, your master will come out!"

"Just blow!" Zhuang Dashang glared: "Well, Miss Ling is a god? Is it said that if you can cure a person's legs, you can cure it?"

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

"you……"

Cheng Xue glared at him fiercely: "Shut up!!"

This crow's mouth!!

Such things have to be said with good words.

He was fine, just saying depressed words.

Zhuang Dashang also realized that he had said something a little bit, so he quickly slapped himself: "Bao, bah, I don't mean that... I mean, the master's legs will definitely get better..."

"Okay, stop talking!!"

Cheng Xue was impatient and glared at him coldly.

"The master is auspicious and heavenly appearance, so it will be fine!"

Zhuang Dashang's mouth twitched, and he wanted to say something, but finally shut up.

The maid quickly brought the noodles and porridge, and then brought side dishes for the meal.

Feng Chenglin was eating happily, and the noodles were rumbling, without any image.

Mo You looked at him with some disgusting colors while drinking porridge.

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

Dingmiao exchanged a look with Feng Chenglin tacitly, and smiled and picked up the noodles. He ate it gentle and without any sound.

Compared to him, Feng Chenglin is simply a stingy man, and it makes people feel annoying.

Not only Zhuang Dashang, but also Cheng Xue's eyes also had a hint of strange color.

"It's delicious... it's delicious... Well, Mr. You, your noodles are so delicious... I've eaten in so many places, and I've never eaten such delicious noodles!"

After only five bites of Mo You's porridge, Feng Chenglin's big bowl had already gone.

"Come on, two more bowls... By the way, don't forget to put two garlics in me..."

Fortunately, more than two bowls of noodles were made in the kitchen.

Soon, two more bowls of noodles were served.

This time, he held his face and squatted directly on the chair.

"Ding Temple, you don't know. I was so tired of eating at the Zhou family... I can't make any noise when eating, right, right, just like you now, you have to hold a shelf no matter what you do, and you have to take a shower every day... You don't know, I wash it once every half a year, and I suddenly wash it every day, and my old skin is rubbing it with a bald skin..."

Dingmiao and Mo You both had a meal.

"Also, I have to wear shoes when I'm fine, not like when we were together before, I thought I would keep my feet barefoot whenever I was closed, so comfortable..."

Speaking of slippers, he really dragged his shoes.

Dingmiao and Mo You put down their chopsticks and spoons at the same time and looked at each other.

Even the gods couldn't eat these disgusting words and rude actions.

Feng Chenglin didn't know it, so he picked up the noodles, ate it in big mouthfuls, and took a bite of garlic.

In an instant, the pungent smell rushed out.

"That... I'm full, go out for a walk..."

Mo You couldn't sit still and got up.

The temple followed: "I have eaten a little too much, I..."

"belch……"

A big burp came.

In the hall, some strange smells also dissipated.

He stopped talking about the polite words behind the temple and pulled Mo You to walk around quickly from one side.
Chapter completed!