"You're really not hungry? Are you sure? With that, Cassifil put a paragraph into his mouth. Mu Xiaoran, who was watching, had always resisted his desire to vomit out, and then looked at Casselfield and smiled.

"Well, do you really love intestines that much?" Mu Xiaoran looked at him tentatively and asked, but he didn't expect to see that it was not an endorsement of his words, but a surprised look at his expression.

"Intestines? I don't eat that. After finishing speaking, Cassifil suddenly raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, "Mu Xiaoran, have you ever seen a white intestine?" ”

"Nope."

"Then why do you think this is a intestine?" Cassifil pointed to the plate, "This is a bean pastry, and this is in the shape of a cherry blossom." ”

Is this a cherry blossom?

This is bullying dicks who haven't seen Sakura! Whose cherry blossoms grow so cruel and disgusting and slave owners are carved out of a mold? Say, whose cherry blossoms are they!

Cassefil must have done it on purpose! This torture is worse than the verbal blow of the heart! Because it's a double torture, a double blow! I didn't even let myself eat, woo......

Seeing that Mu Xiaoran's face would turn red and blue for a while, and his expression would be resentful and indignant, Casselfield was a little helpless, "You really don't eat it?" ”

"Don't eat it!" Mu Xiaoran firmly rejected Cassifir, and then said that he was a little uncomfortable and turned back to the room.

Cassefil, on the other hand, sat in his place casually, with a little smile in his eyes.

At noon, no matter how the housekeeper told Mu Xiaoran to let her go to dinner, Mu Xiaoran refused. And the reason for refusal is very simple, that is, she is not hungry, saying that she has eaten too many pastries, but one thing she has to admit is that what she ate last night has already been digested!

And if you want to eat pastries again, you may have to wait until tea time comes. There were still three hours before that time, but this time Mu Xiaoran had already made up his mind, not only to eat more, but also to leave the unfinished food.

Actually, she wanted to go to lunch too, but after two tortures of dark cooking, she really didn't have the courage to bear anything disgusting with her empty stomach.

She was worried that she would vomit and faint in front of Casifil, and if she really did something to herself, she would not be able to leave a whole body when she died, and maybe the next time she appeared on the table would be her own body organs.

Thinking about it, I instantly felt goosebumps all over my body, and my throat was uncomfortable, but she couldn't drink the water here.

Because it was almost a rhythm that wanted to be sweet to death, Mu Xiaoran couldn't adapt to it at all.

Even if she has always regarded herself as a Xiaoqiang who no one else can kill, this time she has to fall here. Even when you are thirsty, you will endure the pain of your throat, because if you drink a sip of water, you will only be thirstier even more.

What made Mu Xiaoran even more distressed was that because she and the maids did not communicate pleasantly, they definitely misunderstood what they meant, so they kept serving themselves Arabic sweet tea!! What she wants is clear water!!

Arabic sweet tea is really too sweet, I don't know if this is a base for sugar production, is it that they are not afraid that they will get diabetes? Suddenly, he was a little worried about Cassefil, mainly because he wanted to know if so much property would fall on him if he died, preferably if he had just passed the door, he would die, and then he would become the legal heir, wouldn't he be the richest man in China?