Ouyang Xuan glanced at An Ran with a happy face.

deliberately flicked his wrist under Duan Zechen's eyes, and muttered with an aggrieved face: "Not only are my legs numb, but my hands are sore!" Why didn't anyone come and hug me! ”

Duan Zechen glanced at him coldly, and sneered very shamelessly: "You are not my dish!" ”

"Humph! See the lust and forget the righteousness! Just hold your bean sprouts and don't eat later! Ouyang Xuan rolled his eyes in disdain, and then stood aside with his hands on his face.

"Xiao Chenchen, you let me down, my leg is already healed!" An Ran blushed a little when Ouyang Xuan said it, and hurriedly motioned for Duan Zechen to put her down.

In front of the elders, it seems too impolite to come in like this without touching the ground!

Duan Zechen didn't let go, and walked directly to the square table in the middle of the room with her.

Ouyang Xuan followed behind the two and carried a bamboo chair over.

Grandpa Duan, Grandma An, Cheng Lanru, and Sister-in-law have all sat down.

After Duan Zechen put her on the bamboo chair, he immediately followed Ouyang Xuan and turned around and went to the door.

After a while, the two of them came over with fasting meals one after the other.

Although it is only a very simple and ordinary dish and one soup, it has a light and refreshing taste, which is very suitable for people who are tired after a long journey.

An Ran's stomach was already hungry, and he pulled it up with his rice bowl.

Cheng Lanru is like her, as soon as Sister-in-law Feng's rice is placed in her hand, she immediately grabs the chopsticks and eats it.

After An Ran saw the bottom of a bowl of rice, he found that except for her and Cheng Lanru, everyone else at this table didn't seem to have a good appetite.

Sister-in-law Feng's head was pressed very low, and she ate a few bites with a heavy heart, then stopped to peek at Cheng Lanru a few times.

After Grandma An barely moved a few chopsticks, she put down the bowl, Duan Hong didn't move the chopsticks at all, and Duan Zechen didn't have a bowl in front of him at all, he just held the chopsticks to help An Ran cloth vegetables.

Even Ouyang Xuan, a foodie, today felt as if he had been tied to his throat, counting rice grains into his mouth one by one.

Seeing that her bowl was empty, Grandma An gave her all the rice in her bowl.

Cheng Lanru also has a good appetite, and after a bowl of chopping, she still doesn't let go of her chopsticks.

She didn't speak, just stared at Sister-in-law Feng's bowl silently.

Seeing this, Sister-in-law Feng quickly got up.

Just as he was about to take her bowl to fill it, Duan Hong handed over his bowl.

Cheng Lanru was not polite to him, took it, and continued to bow her head and eat her.

An Ran originally had a good appetite, but due to the influence of the surrounding low air pressure, he hesitated whether to cooperate, and pushed away the dishes and chopsticks and refused to eat.

As soon as she put down her chopsticks, Grandma An immediately reminded: "The food in the temple is not easy to come by, if you can eat it, don't waste it!" ”

Hearing this, An Ran had no choice but to clench his chopsticks again and pick up the bowl again.

While eating, I thought, since you know that you can't waste food, then you don't use chopsticks for hair!

After eating a depressing meal, Grandma An and Sister-in-law Feng cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and everyone else sat in the house to rest.

An Ran originally wanted to visit the courtyard, but the sadness on Duan Hong's face had not been resolved, and the faces of Duan Zechen and Ouyang Xuan were as dark as if they were facing a great enemy.

After weighing it, she still didn't dare to make a mess, and honestly sat on the chair and didn't move.

About five or six minutes later, Grandma An and Sister-in-law Feng had already returned to the room, and seeing that they were also sitting down in silence, An Ran couldn't help but feel even more strange.

The big boss worked tirelessly to bring everyone here, wouldn't it be just to go to this temple, eat a meal of indigestion, and then collectively face the wall and think about it!

In a depressed frown, Duan Zechen's mobile phone rang.