Wuchen didn't respond to her evaluation, but looked at her with a deeper look in his eyes, and when he turned around, he was still eating with a light expression.

Mo Jiu then said, "Can the envoy eat the rest of the dishes alone?" ”

Wuchen's body did not change, as if he didn't hear Mo Jiu's words, leisurely eating the dishes on the table.

The dust-free eating appearance is very pleasing to the eye, but the action of eating with vegetables also carries an elegant and graceful meaning.

Because Mo Jiu was very hungry before cooking, he made more when cooking, and only a small part of the meal was placed in Mo Jiu's bowl, and the rest was almost a meal for two people.

When the four dishes and one soup on the table were swept away by the dust, Mo Jiu still couldn't help but marvel. Looking at Wuchen, he doesn't look like such a person who can eat, it's really unseemly.

Wuchen finished eating the dishes, did not stop the chopsticks, ate a bite of dessert, and his hands stopped again.

After carefully examining the dessert on the plate for a while, he asked, "What is this?" ”

Mo Jiu glanced at the somewhat unformed cake and sighed lightly in his heart. To be able to make such a cake without any modern utensils is already a good effort.

In order to make this cake, she also took out a piece of aluminum tin foil from the space to shape it, and put it on the iron pot to use as an oven.

At that time, the other people in the kitchen had been staring at her, although they thought that the aluminum tin foil was very unique, and they only thought that it was condensed by spiritual power, and no one cared too much.

In the end, the cake was made, but it was too different from the cake she made in her previous life, and she was not satisfied with the work this time.

"Let's call it a cake, I created it myself."

Wuchen said: "The taste is okay." ”

That's a compliment, right?

Mo Jiu bent the corners of his mouth and said, "If you like to eat it, I can make it for you to eat later." ”

Wuchen slowly put the last piece of cake in his mouth and said, "Don't forget what you said, gentleman." ”

Mo Jiu didn't pay much attention to this sneering remark.

Although the food in her bowl was small, it was enough to fill her stomach, and she didn't care too much about the fact that he only gave her a little food.

After eating, Wuchen picked up the white handkerchief and wiped his mouth, then burned the white handkerchief to ashes again.

Although it was not the first time that Mo Jiu had seen this kind of perverted cleanliness of Wuchen, he still couldn't help frowning.

Loser, what a loser, according to his approach, how many white handkerchiefs do you have to use up in a year?

"Let's go."

Mo Jiu put one hand on the table to support his head, and said lazily: "You're about to leave so soon?" ”

Wuchen paused and said, "There aren't many opportunities, it's up to you whether you can seize it." ”

As soon as he heard this, Mo Jiu got up and walked to Wuchen's side, his peach blossom eyes bent into crescent moons, revealing a mouthful of broken jade-like teeth.

"Is the envoy going to teach Mojiu how to cultivate?"

At this time, the sun was just right, slanting on Mo Jiu's bright smiling face, like the warm sunshine in spring, caressing the hidden and even unconscious emotions in his chest and vibrating slightly, stirring some kind of emotion.

Wuchen looked at Mo Jiu lightly for a moment: "Teach you how to cultivate, it's better to ......" The sentence stopped here without a head or tail.

When Mo Jiu was still looking at him with a puzzled face, Wuchen had already turned around and strode out of the inn.

Mo Jiu had no choice but to follow him out of the inn.

When Mo Jiu walked out of the inn, he saw that Wuchen had exchanged for his mount at some point. It's still the majestic white lion.