Although the curse of the little chef has begun to subside, it is still unknown to what extent it can subside and whether it can be completely dissolved.

Ling Yuan felt that now that they already knew the way to dissolve the curse, it was better to prepare in advance and get in touch with Jiang Xingliang and ask him to get his good femme fatale daughter back.

Thinking of that crazy and paranoid, hideous and ugly Jiang Nanlei, Ling Yuan couldn't help but sneer at him in his heart.

For such a madman, he didn't let Jiang Xingliang clean up the portal, and as a result, her life was already based on his friendship with Jiang Xingliang for more than 10,000 years, which was extraordinarily gracious.

Now he needs some of Jiang Nanlei's hair and blood to break the curse for the little chef without endangering her life. Her father wouldn't have objected, would he?

Ling Yuan thought in his heart, he might as well contact Jiang Xingliang after breakfast, maybe when he landed in Wenxi City with the little chef, he could go directly to Jiang's house after a day or two of rest and break the curse for the little chef.

As he walked through the long passage from the cabin to the deck, Ling Yuan had already figured out so many things in his heart.

What he didn't expect was that he had just walked onto the deck with his little white cat in his arms when he was stopped by a group of foodies.

The first to catch up with it was the Demon Emperor Hanxing.

With the advantage of sitting on the chair and floating, he squeezed everyone else behind him, and looked at the little white cat who was held in Ling Yuan's arms with burning eyes.

"Miss Fengjiao, those big buns you made yesterday are simply delicious! It's a pity I didn't eat much at all! You don't know, Qianmo, Yunshen, Lingshan, and this kid surnamed Ni, how good they can rob! Han Xing complained pitifully, and at the same time, he didn't forget to throw a sparkling wink at Feng Jiao.

Ling Yuan immediately glared at Han Xing coldly with a warning gaze, and the little cook who was holding him turned around, not letting Feng Jiao see Han Xing's sparkling peach blossom eyes.

Ni Ying, who was standing next to her, couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth: "Where did you eat less for last night's supper!" You've eaten five big buns! ”

Fortunately, he grabbed it quickly, and he just grabbed one more bun than the Demon Emperor Hanxing.

"That's it! You are obviously here to eat, and some of the food is enough to show that we all have the grace to accommodate people, but you still have to stand here and complain endlessly! Qian Mo also said: "You, the emperor of the demon clan, not only do not maintain a position to draw a line with us, but also take the initiative to come up with a hippie smile, aren't you afraid that some people in your demon clan will criticize?" ”

Han Xing smiled indifferently: "Benjun really didn't expect that we have only known each other for a few days, and you are so good to me, even Benjun doesn't care about things, but you care so much for me." ”

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but twitch wildly.

is like a gag like Hanxing, pretending to be confused, and there is no one!

Han Xing smiled and came to Feng Jiao's face: "Miss Feng Jiao, what are we going to eat this morning?" I didn't eat enough last night. ”

Feng Jiao smiled: "This morning we ate soy milk fritters and salted duck eggs." There are a lot of salted duck eggs. As long as you're not afraid of saltiness, you can eat as much as you want. ”

Han Xing couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth when he heard this, while the others burst into laughter......