"No, it's because we both never care what other people eat!"

Mr. Mei said it seriously, and Chu Qianjue almost believed in his evil.

Mr. is really no different from a naughty boy at this time.

"Sir, the hot pot yesterday is really not suitable for you to eat every day, but ......" Chu Qianjue deliberately paused.

Mr. Mei said in his heart that this student didn't know who he had learned to sell Guanzi, but he still asked, "But what?" ”

"I heard that Ningshui will also make other hot pots, not only the soup base made of chili peppers, but also sour soup, wild mountain mushroom soup, mutton hot pot, beef hot pot, sauerkraut fish hot pot...... In short, if you want to eat, there are other options. ”

This is also what everyone asked Ning Shui at the dinner table yesterday, and he said it himself.

Chu Qianjue, as the young master of Kunwu, has been strictly educated since he was a child, and he does not pay attention to appetite at all.

To be precise, he is required to be treated as the heir of a country, and he cannot have his own overly distinct preferences.

When he was a child, he used his chopsticks about the same number of times for every dish on the table.

If one dish is eaten with two more bites, the dish is removed from the table.

In the future, his recipe will reduce that dish.

However, there are policies at the top and countermeasures at the bottom.

Chu Qianjue was not completely taught to look at each other.

On the contrary, he was quite intelligent as a child.

For example, he doesn't like to eat bitter gourd, so he can't bear the pain when he eats that dish for the first time.

And then there will be basically no such dish on the table, which is really gratifying.

Mr. Mei couldn't help but swallow his saliva when he heard Chu Qianjue say so many kinds of hot pot in one breath.

Because it is not well controlled, the sound is particularly prominent in the quiet gazebo.

Chu Qianjue looked at Mr. Mei, who looked at his scholar for the rest of his life in surprise even more than him.

The rest of his life: "??? ”

Before he knew what was going on, he heard Mr. Mei look disgusted at him: "For the rest of your life, although the old man knows that you love to eat, you don't have to be so impatient." ”

Yu Sheng couldn't argue: "Sir, I didn't!" ”

"I know you also like last night's hot pot, so I'm okay for you to go to the cafeteria at noon today to eat again. However, on such a cold day, you might as well take the hot pot back to the yard to eat. ”

"There are a lot of people in the cafeteria, so don't join in the excitement."

The rest of my life should come down in a daze.

Mr. Mei said: "If there are other kinds of pots that Qianjue said, bring them back as well." ”

"Yes."

Yu Sheng nodded.

He quickly remembered that he had just had breakfast, why was the gentleman thinking about lunch?

Unfortunately, Mr. May did not give him a chance to ask.

Instead, he turned his head to look at Chu Qianjue: "I heard it too, it's not for the teacher to want to eat, it's for the rest of my life." ”

"The hot pot was seen by Tian Miao last night, and he came over the wall to eat with the old man, but he lost the rest of his life."

"This poor child, hungry from last night until now."

The rest of my life: "......" I didn't.

Last night, you said that there were not enough vegetables to eat, and you asked me to go to He Fuzi's house to steal the small vegetables he planted in the yard.

I didn't even let go of the flowers that people planted.

It is also said that the petals are more delicious when they are scalded!

The corners of Chu Qianjue's mouth twitched, he really didn't expect that Mr. would force him to lie for the rest of his life in order to eat.

However, he had already reminded him that it was a snowy day again, and it would not hurt to let Mr. eat more.

When the weather starts to get warmer, just don't let him eat more.

Xiao Fuyi had no idea that there were two people watching them from the gazebo.

She was knocking on the side and asked Ouyang Lian more about Kunwu Mountain.