The space inside this square inch shell is no more than 30 square meters.

There are obvious signs of a fight in the space.

A sandalwood shelf placed in the space has been split into broken pieces of wood, and the daily necessities that were originally placed on the shelf are scattered all over the ground.

The two large chests on the other side of the space were intact.

"This is the square inch shell that the old man uses to place his daily sundries on weekdays, and the space inside is not large, just enough to pull that hateful demon in and make a break with him." Long Zu said.

The old man smiled and glanced at Feng Jiao with expectant eyes: "Miss Feng Jiao, speaking of which, I was busy fighting for so long just now, and the old man's stomach was a little hungry, can you ......?"

Heck, if only he could eat his favorite teppanyaki tofu.

If not, he will not refuse to come to other suppers.

Old Man Long Zu was secretly thinking like this in his heart, and Ling Yuan's voice came to his ears.

Ling Yuan twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "If it weren't for Ben Jun thinking of forcing that guy into a small space and then extinguishing all light sources to deal with him, you might still be fighting with him now, how could you be so good that you would be here to ask Ben Jun's little cook for supper." ”

"A-Yuan, it turns out that the way to pull that demon who can manipulate shadows into a space without a light source is what you came up with! Actually, I also thought about it, but my farm space is too large, and there are so many precious documents and books in your library, which are also not suitable for fighting. At that time, I was still discussing this matter with Yun Shen, and the battle on your side was over. Feng Jiao looked at Ling Yuan and said with an innocent smile.

Looking at her like this, Ling Yuan only felt that she was incomparably cute, so he walked over and wrapped his arms around her waist and imprinted a kiss on her forehead.

Dragon Ancestor: "......"

Miss Fengjiao, what the old man wants to eat is supper, not dog food!

Feng Jiao smiled gently at Ling Yuan, but of course she hadn't forgotten Long Zu, and gently pulled Ling Yuan's sleeve a little shyly, signaling that there was someone next to him.

When he let go of his embrace, and instead took her hand, interlocking her fingers, she smiled a little embarrassedly at Long Zu: "I know you must feel hungry after a fight. That's why I'm going to make you some bone broth ramen for a late-night snack. ”

Long Zu knew that it was impractical to let the little girl cook the time-consuming, laborious and painstaking sizzling tofu for himself in the middle of the night, but he still wanted to get as much delicious food as possible for himself.

"That'...... Can I add a few shrimps to my bone broth ramen? Long Zu asked expectantly.

Before Feng Jiao could answer, a cold voice came from his ears.

"Some of them are good to eat, but you still pick and choose and make so many requests." Ling Yuan twitched the corners of his mouth as he spoke.

He needs to work hard for their little chef to let her cook supper for everyone, and he is really distressed.

Feng Jiao felt that she should seize every opportunity to practice and improve her cooking skills.

She smiled and nodded in agreement, thinking to herself that in addition to the shrimp, she could add a small spoonful of pre-baked shrimp roe to the bone broth ramen, so that the ramen would taste even more delicious.