Feng Jiao nodded.

So she was relieved.

She's not the stingy kind of person. But in all fairness, it is difficult for her to have much affection for Jiang Nanlei's family, who has caused so much harm to her.

Moreover, Jiang Xingliang's previous compensation list is enough to show his sincerity in this matter and his attitude towards himself, a little chef.

If she didn't have Meow Daxian as a backer, I am afraid that the Jiang family's attitude towards her, a little mole ant, would be directly crushed to death.

In that case, then what else is she polite to the Jiang family.

"Well, have you ever communicated with other people like this before?" Feng Jiao finally asked another question.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, it is better for her to try to ask some things clearly.

"Communicating with others? Hehe, are you talking about the Jiang family? By their own, they are also worthy? The immature voice suddenly replied coldly.

Feng Jiao smiled with satisfaction: "I can see that you also don't like the people of the Jiang family. In this case, the enemy of the enemy is the friend. Don't worry, I'll try to get you away. ”

Just when Jiang Xingliang was unabashedly discussing with Ling Yuan about choosing a peach branch with a painful face, Feng Jiao suddenly bent her lips and said, "Master Jiang, although the festival between me and Ling Yan is very deep, after all, we are guests, and we should follow the way of guests. I also don't want to see the Jiang family head in a dilemma for compensation. ”

"Since you are so precious to your peach branches, I can do without. But can I ask you for a few peaches? ”

On their side, plus Zhu'er, there are a total of seven people, she wants seven peaches, as for the future, she can use peach pits to grow them in the space, and then they can be distributed to everyone in the wine shop.

As she spoke, Feng Jiao didn't forget to raise her head, glanced at Ling Yuan, gently tugged at his sleeve, and told him through voice transmission that as long as she got the peach pit, she would be able to grow a better big peach in the space than Jiang Xingliang's here.

"Are you sure you don't want peach branches, just a few peaches?" Jiang Xingliang asked in surprise.

He once heard a joke about a fishing rod and a fish.

There was a poor man who was dying of starvation, and he chose the fish among the rods and a fat fish given by others, and after eating the fat fish, he continued to live a life of starvation every day.

In Jiang Xingliang's view, the little chef in front of him is completely the fool who only sees the immediate interests and wants fish instead of fishing rods.

Looking at such a Feng Jiao, Jiang Xingliang was almost ready to laugh.

The Emperor's vision is really not ordinarily good!

Yuming, who was walking at the back of the crowd with Zhu'er, couldn't help but reach out to support his forehead.

He knew that this little cook who had never seen anything in the world really came to the Jiang family, and she could only be embarrassed for their master!

"yes, I only need peaches, uh, seven of them, and we've got seven of us here. But I'm going to choose this peach myself. Feng Jiao said.

Seeing that Feng Jiao only cared about asking for peaches, the vine that communicated with her quickly shook the two or three leaves that she had left, as if to remind her, don't just care about asking for peaches and forget him!

Looking at the impatient look of the little guy, Feng Jiao felt a little funny......