Mu Xiaomeow, who changed into new clothes after taking a bath, leaned on the chaise longue refreshingly, and her white and tender fingers picked up a crystal clear grape and nibbled it.

"Miss Mu, this is the rock sugar and red date water that has just been made in the kitchen, can you taste it while it's hot?" Xiu'er walked in with a steaming bowl of jujube water, and walked slowly.

Mu Xiaomeow sat up and looked at Xiu'er curiously with two big eyes.

"Sister Xiu'er looks more like Miss Qianjin than Little Meow." sighed.

Bang Dong –

Xiu'er's face changed, and the bowl in her hand fell to the ground.

"Miss Mu, you can't talk nonsense." Xiu'er's pale face pulled out a strong smile, and immediately squatted down to clean up the broken glass.

"The slave maid will go and bring a bowl for Miss Mu again." After that, he put his things in order, and ran out of the wooden door as if he had to flee.

Mu Xiaomeow's eyes were no longer clear, but showed a deep smile.

Hawkers, another woman with a story.

One rolls over and closes his eyes. Sure enough, it's time to get some sleep and keep your spirits up before you can continue to mess around.

Late at night.

Inside the hall.

"Come on, you're welcome, eat more." Bei Mingjue smiled heroically, picked up a chicken leg and handed it to Mu Xiaomeow's bowl.

"Hmm......" Mu Xiaomeow chewed the food that was bulging in her mouth, staring at the mountains of dishes in front of her, only to feel that the food was still full for her lower stomach. His eyes glanced at Bei Ying Jue with a little sadness, are you and I a rice bucket?

Bei Mingjue didn't pay attention to it, and sent the dishes into Mu Xiaomeow's bowl one by one, beckoning to eat more.

If you eat it again, it's going to explode......

Mu Xiaomeow twitched, swallowed the food in her mouth, and sighed.

Isn't this Northern Secret a bit hospitable?

His eyes drooped, and he suddenly saw a yellow dog with a wagging tail hiding under the table, his big eyes staring longingly at the big chicken leg he was holding in his hand.

Hey......

Mu Xiaomeow glanced at Bei Mingjue, who was eating a meal, and carefully threw the big chicken leg under the table.

The yellow dog opened its mouth wide and tore into it.

"That chicken leg doesn't taste good?" A deep voice rang out.

"No, no, I just can't eat it." Mu Xiaomeow, who was proud of her masterpiece, hadn't reacted yet.

"Really?"

"Uh-huh...... Forehead?! Mu Xiaomeow's body stiffened. You don't have to cheat people like this, do you?

Turning around slowly, a smiling and seemingly loving face came into view.

"I was wrong......"

Whew, that's really wrong.