If it was possible, Feng Jiao certainly hoped to make friends with these immortal emperors who had come to eat at the wine shop.

In case of any conflict between them and the Jiang family in the future, the other four Immortal Emperors and their family, even if they didn't help, she didn't want to see them stand on the Jiang family's side and become their enemies.

Since she can make friends with Dong Hongbo, the Immortal Emperor of the West Pole, through her own craftsmanship and food, why not do it?

Feng Jiao thought for a while, picked up a pen and wrote the names of a few dishes on the paper.

Dong Hongbo was sitting opposite her, so he could naturally see it clearly and at a glance.

When he saw cumin beef, charcoal-grilled lamb shank, mutton in a water basin, elbow with a handle, milk soup pot fish, gourd head, large plate of chicken, and dry button meat, his eyes couldn't help but light up.

Feng Jiao wrote, and at the same time, she used the corner of her eyes to catch the surprised expression on Dong Hongbo's face, and a more genuine smile appeared on her face;

"What Dong Xianhuang sees now is a menu of meat dishes. Next, I'm going to start writing the vegetarian menu. ”

Dong Hongbo saw that when Feng Jiao's vegetarian menu was spicy cucumber strips, red oil enoki mushrooms, sesame mushroom crisps, sauerkraut and spirit fruit balls, orchid pigeon eggs, winter melon cups, stuffed morels and mushroom steak chrysanthemum, he couldn't help but shine his eyes.

"Miss Feng Jiao must have been to the northwest, right? Otherwise, how could you be so familiar with Northwest cuisine? He hurriedly asked.

If Dong Hongbo was pleasantly surprised by Feng Jiao's promise to help him hold a birthday banquet in the wine shop, then what he feels now is this little girl's full respect for him.

As the Immortal Emperor of the West Pole, he often meets the kind of people who stammer him and pat him on weekdays.

But what he could be sure of was that the little girl sitting across from him, with a brush and a pen writing a menu, was definitely not among them.

Everyone said that he, the Immortal Emperor of the West Pole, had a rough personality. But after all, he is an old-timer who has lived for more than 10,000 years, and he has already seen a lot of warm and cold people, and the world is hot and cold.

The fear and flattery in the eyes of those who stumbled him could never escape his eyes.

The little girl sitting across from him writing the menu had clean eyes, and she just seriously wanted to help him make the birthday party a good one, and there was no other emotion in her eyes.

Of course, with the Emperor here, this Fengjiao girl didn't need to curry favor with him, the Immortal Emperor of the West Pole.

Therefore, he could only feel the intimacy of this little girl, as well as her respect for him as an old man. This kind of feeling is much more comfortable and heart-warming than when he meets a hundred people with lotus tongues and clever words.

"Dong Xianhuang, please see, our menu contains eight meat and eight vegetables, a total of sixteen dishes. As for the main dish, we prepare the special beef ramen and sangzi noodles in the consommé, plus mutton steamed buns and meat sandwich buns. Are you satisfied with this arrangement? If you have any other requirements, you can put them forward and we will discuss them together. ”

"No, no, no. I am very satisfied with your arrangement, and I am simply not satisfied. Dong Hongbo hurriedly said with a smile: "I can see that Miss Feng Jiao has put a lot of effort into helping me organize this banquet." Miss Fengjiao, you are so good, if you don't dislike me for being old, would you like to be my goddaughter? ”