He roasted you like this, and you didn't eat it, and you rushed over to complain like this???

Give her back food?

She is just a subordinate, how can she be qualified to eat the meat roasted by her master? If Uncle Fu is found out by the housekeeper, then he can't be disciplined??

Many thoughts crossed the cook's mind in an instant.

Just don't wait for another word.

"I can at least eat this, what about yours?"

It's all baked into black charcoal.

Suddenly, a clear voice came from behind, arguing a little helplessly.

Then I saw a young man in a luxurious blue robe with a silver dragon crown, raising his feet from the door and walking in.

That extravagant body is incompatible with the surrounding furnishings.

"Lord Wang."

The cook hurriedly took a respectful step back.

Watching Qinghui put the barbecue in his hand aside, "You can't eat it." ”

Lord Spirit Sword was very persistent.

Looking at Qinghui's appearance, the corners of Mu Feng's lips twitched slightly.

Okay.

In the end, he didn't say much, and Qinghui was already looking at the cook next to him, his big lazy eyes blinking, and he looked like he was well-behaved.

You can eat and drink as much as you can, but you can't get enough food.

In the end, the cook took all kinds of seasonings and some meat and vegetables with a mysterious face, and followed Qinghui to the place where she made a fire.

Mu Feng didn't say anything, just followed slowly behind.

And the kitchen housekeeper of the palace knew about this matter and saw that Mu Feng had no other arrangements, and he didn't dare to make more arrangements, but just said that he needed to come back to the kitchen immediately and tell him, so he let the cook follow Qinghui away.

Even if it's just handing over this matter to a little cook, they don't feel at ease, but in the end, it's the master's meaning.

So Mu Feng Qinghui and the cook lady returned to the place where Qinghui lit the fire.

Mu Feng sat aside, looking at Qinghui with a little bit of a smile, watching the cook barbecue.

When I turned my head to look at him again, my eyes involuntarily brought a little disgust.

Qinghui is really a little disgusted with the bright moon of this plane.

Originally, there were also long-term meal tickets, stoves and other uses.

Now when he touches it, he looks like Lord Spirit Sword is bullying him, and if he doesn't touch it, it's not warm at all, so bake something to eat, it's so bad.

Tell me, what else can you do?

If you are a newborn spirit sword, you will be bullied in her place, and maybe the spirit will be lost to you.

Lord Lingjian is tolerant and generous, and he is willing to cover you.

Qinghui lifted his chin triumphantly, and used his little paws to pull the roast meat from the plate and stuff it into his mouth.

Then it was scalded and only gasped.

The big eyes were round, eating the plate, and staring intently at what the cook was baking.

That's true.

Is there really anything that can be eaten in the Dark Guard?

Mu Feng tilted his head sideways in confusion, his brows furrowed slightly, and he looked Qinghui up and down.

But it's probably because Qinghui eats it too fragrant, and this is in his palace, even if Ye Dehao is only one hand, these people in the palace have been investigated layer by layer, and there will be no problems.

So in the end, Mu Feng also ate a little bit.

At night, Qinghui found a place to sleep.

She doesn't sleep in her own house.

At the beginning, this incident still aroused their vigilance.