——As the main favorite/, should the gap be so big?One meal is delicious in the world, and the other is hard to swallow.

- Is this really made under our supervision? Could it be that we have changed some ingredients when we are not looking? With our eyesight, this is not possible!

- It's so unpalatable that you can eat it without changing your face, so I'm looking forward to it, dare you tell me what your tongue is made of?

- Are you sure you're from the same place as Thea?

Because of Sheng Yawei, Ma Jin and Marceau are about to turn into Tucao Emperors.

If you want to ask Sheng Yawei why she is so adaptable to the bad food she makes, when she is wandering in the stars and adventuring in the plane, she has not encountered a time when she runs out of ammunition and food, in that case, she can only take local materials, sometimes she can't take local materials, and when she is hungry and crazy, it is good to have a tree bark to eat, and Sheng Yawei After discovering that his cooking talent is indeed difficult to save, he will no longer force his cooking skills to the extent that he can eat it, in general, although Sheng Yawei is good food, he can also make coarse tea and light rice.

Soon, only Sheng Yawei was left on the table, and after swallowing a few mouthfuls of food with difficulty, Majin and Marceau really didn't want to embarrass themselves, so they put down their chopsticks.

Sheng Yawei swallowed the tofu in his mouth and asked slowly, "Have the two seniors eaten enough?"

Makin glared at her.

Sheng Yawei was not afraid: "Aren't you full? Or is the dish unappetizing? Why don't I go and fry two more dishes?"

Sheng Yawei stood up.

"I'm full. Ma Jin said word by word, "And also." Before woke up, you just cooked white porridge every day. ”

"Why?" Sheng Yawei asked knowingly, "How bad is this for the health of the two of you, it's easy to have unbalanced nutrition," he said, and sighed fakely.

That look, that tone, made Ma Jin angry to the point that his liver hurt.

Although Marceau was happy to watch the play, he didn't want Sheng Yawei to be too proud, so he interjected lightly: "Arthur, if you really 'suddenly like' to cook. We don't mind if you fire alone, either. And I'm going to 'guide' you very seriously. ”

Sheng Yawei's face stiffened, and he said dryly: "No, no need, I'll drink white porridge with the two of you! "Cooking or something. It was never on her list of favorite things. Not to mention cooking with stone piers and iron piers.

'It's too fun. I actually forgot that Majin also has a black-bellied brother. ’

Marceau smiled with satisfaction.

After dinner, or midnight supper, Sheng Yawei's eyes fell on and the two undead.

You can't just let Heyman sit here all the time, can you? Heyman is going to have a hard time with her when he wakes up - like accusing her of not caring about her friends at all, and then extorting food from her space (that's the point). However, Sheng Yawei was worried that he would affect his epiphany when he moved him, and it was rare for this epiphany to be extended by transformation.

Of course, Sheng Yawei is so intimate this time, and it is also because he feels that his body has changed, and it is obviously because of the benefits of's epiphany.

Marceau saw Sheng Yavi's eyes staring at Heyman a little worried, and thought, just gave her a mallet, now it's time to give her a sweet date, so a little left hand, an amber light curtain enveloped Heyman, and when Marceau put away his index finger, the light curtain and Heyman disappeared into the hut.

Facing Sheng Yawei's gaze, Marceau said lightly: "I moved him to your room, after all, you and Heyman can promote each other by cultivating together, speed up his transformation, and we can also be early."

Sheng Yawei instantly understood the meaning of Marceau's unfinished words - they could also eat their normal meals earlier.

Sheng Yawei didn't care about the hidden disgust in Marceau's words, what she cared about was -, they can see where they are?! Fortunately, the cleaning technique of the robe made by Chrissy is powerful enough, and there is no need to change or wash it, otherwise

Sheng Yawei's suddenly subtle expression made Ma Jin feel quite inexplicable, but Marceau, who had a significantly higher IQ and EQ, quickly read Sheng Yawei's Facebook and was immediately amused by her.

"What are you thinking about in your head? The entire Wanghai belongs to the scope of our perception, otherwise Wanghai was emptied hundreds of thousands of years ago, isn't it normal for us to perceive where you live?"

Sheng Yawei let out an "oh", but she was still very skeptical, her instincts told her that they could really see what was going on in her house.

Knowing the meaning of Marceau's words, Ma Jin naturally knew, possessed by the silent boy, incarnated as Sheng Intuition, Truth Emperor Yavi, with a strange meaning in his eyes.

"Heh!" Ma Jin sneered: "Don't say that we don't have the leisure to peep on you, but we have this idle effort, as for peeping at you like a yellow-haired girl like bean sprouts!" his eyes glanced at Sheng Yawei's current relatively shriveled figure with disdain.

“……”

"Is this a good way to keep the girl on guard?!"

"Damn, when the old lady is an adult, she still has a C, okay?"

"Don't just scan your eyes so unscrupulously just because my mother is not in good shape now!"

'If you're not a key NPC in my mission, I'm going to plant a flag with you!'

Sheng Yawei elegantly stretched out his middle finger and pressed the green tendons that burst out at the corner of his forehead, and then decisively changed the topic: "That little black and little flower" She was afraid that she would continue the previous topic, and she might bury her virgin here, because she was obviously not as good as Ma Jin, not to mention that he also had a powerful helper who was obviously very short-handed.

In fact, Sheng Yawei was not worried about the arrangement of Xiao Hei and Xiao Hua, because during the meal, Ma Jin and Ma Suo unabashedly showed their concern for the two undead. Needless to say, Marceau's eyes were a little strange when he looked at Xiao Hei and Xiao Hua, which was similar to friendliness with a bad taste, and even Sheng Yawei felt that the friendliness was close to being close.

But Sheng Yawei quickly drove this feeling out of his mind - it must be an illusion if he was close to him or something, how could two old men who had lived in seclusion for hundreds of thousands of years become friends with the undead? As for saying that Xiao Hei and Xiao Hua were friends of Ma Jin and Marceau before? It is even more impossible, these two old men are in the same era as Sylvia, not to mention hundreds of thousands of years old, and the undead of hundreds of thousands of years, if they have not turned into bone slag, they must have become high-level undead. (To be continued......)

PS: Thank you for the big belly and small feet and the snow dream sunset children's shoes each cast a pink!~