"It's so fragrant, sister, I'm going to eat it first." Chenchen, who was already very hungry, saw the dishes on the table, greeted him, and immediately couldn't wait to lift his chopsticks, quickly picked up a plate of stewed meat at the front, put it in his mouth, and chewed it vigorously.

It's just that he only chewed twice, and his little face immediately became bitter, and the vegetables in his mouth were not swallowed, nor were they spit.

"What's wrong with Dust?" Seeing this, Ye Moxi's hand stretched out to pick up the vegetables couldn't help but pause in mid-air. After looking at him and asking strangely, he came to his senses, and sure enough, he immediately heard Xiao Chenchen's complaint.

"It's a terrible dish. I thought it was only in Red Moon City, but I didn't expect it to be the same here. Chenchen couldn't help but spit out the food in his mouth, and complained aggrievedly with a frowning face.

Xiao Chenchen grew up eating the food carefully prepared by Liu Feimeng since he was a child, with such a low-level cooking level on the Miracle Continent, how could he be used to eating, when he was in Red Moon City before, he refused to eat it several times because the food was difficult to swallow. Not to mention him, even Liu Feimeng is a little difficult to adapt.

Among the three of them, except for Ye Moxi, because he grew up in the medical sect, he usually eats the food cooked by some brothers who are obsessed with medical skills, it is conceivable that those big men who are not good at cooking make food one by one without poisoning people, where is there anything delicious at all, eat it every day, eat it for nine years, he has long been used to it, but he doesn't feel anything, but there is a kind of cordial feeling in his heart.

Of course, Liu Feimeng knew very well how picky Xiao Chenchen was, not to mention the food made by these shoddy methods on the Miracle Continent, even if it was the exquisite dishes made by those famous chefs on the earth, he didn't eat much, he was only used to her cooking food.

There is no doubt that Liu Feimeng is a collection of Chinese and foreign ancient and modern culinary jishu, which is countless times more clever than the chef of a five-star hotel, and even many Chinese food snacks that have been lost are also familiar to her.

Xiaochenchen, who has been nourished by the food carefully cooked by Liu Feimeng since he was a child, is difficult to keep his mouth open.

"No, although these dishes are not as delicious as my sister's, they can still be eaten." Compared with their senior brother, they made it much more delicious, and they couldn't help but feel sad when they thought of their senior brother.

"Xi'er, do you miss your master and brothers?" Xi'er once mentioned to him the situation when he was in the medical sect, Liu Feimeng saw his appearance at this time, and after a little thought, he already knew it in his heart, and couldn't help but look at him with pity.

"Well, when I see these dishes, I can't help but think of Master and all the senior brothers." Ye Moxi said in a sad tone.

Hearing that Liu Feimeng was silent for a while, even Xiao Chenchen on the side seemed to feel the sluggish atmosphere, and his big round eyes looked at Liu Feimeng, and then at Ye Moxi, and he was sensible and no longer made a noise.

At this moment, the innkeeper entered the inn with an old woman about seventy or eighty years old, presumably she was the Emma she said.

"Distinguished guest, I have invited Mrs. Emma to you, please ask her if you have anything, Mrs. Emma, it is this distinguished guest who has something to ask you, you can talk slowly, and the villain will go down first." With that, he stepped back.

"Hello, my surname is Liu, your name is Emma, please take a seat!" Liu Feimeng politely got up to greet him and said politely.