Another quarter of an hour passed.

The snake meat and rat meat had already been washed by Huo Dongzhou and a few young men, and the bones had been removed, chopped into minced meat, and thrown into a small pot with pork porridge boiled, which should have been cooked thoroughly by this time.

Huo Dongzhou opened the lid of the wooden pot, and a strange fragrance came out of the pot, just need to smell it, and the body that was a little cold in the night breeze seemed to be instantly warm.

He looked back at Meow Seventeen.

Meow Seventeen's nose moved, sniffed the fragrance and said, "Okay, let's put it up, one person can only drink one bowl, if you don't listen to me, drink too much Qiqi bleeding, I won't be responsible for treatment." ”

Huo Dongzhou looked at her arrogant little appearance and couldn't help but smile lightly.

As soon as he waved his hand, a guard who had already carried a basket of small bowls came forward, he took a bowl from it and scooped a full bowl of porridge, took a spoon and put it in the bowl and stirred it, bent down and handed it to Meow Seventeen.

"Kitten, do you really need us to bring it to the prince? Your head...... Really? ”

"Who do you look down on, put it on my head."

Meow Seventeen shook her ears, glanced at Huo Dongzhou unhappily, and thought, she is a demon, and she is not a really ignorant little milk cat, how can she not be able to hold a bowl of porridge?

Huo Dongzhou looked at the bowl in his hand hesitantly, and thought, the kitten wants to flatter the prince so much, so give her a chance to perform, at most, the kitten is not stable, this bowl of porridge is broken, and when the time comes, he will give the prince a bowl again......

Meow Seventeen felt Huo Dongzhou put the small bowl on her head, and deliberately shook her head from side to side twice, so frightened that Huo Dongzhou hurriedly reached out and prepared to hold the bowl on her head, she bared her teeth proudly, and then ran towards Murong Li's tent like a smoke.

Huo Dongzhou looked at her back in a daze, withdrew his hand and shook his head helplessly and smiled.

What a lively and playful kitten.

……

In the tent.

Meow Seventeen swaggered in with a bowl of porridge, and Murong Li, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed practicing internal skills, opened his eyes suddenly.

Seeing Meow Seventeen really come in with a bowl of porridge, his eyelids jumped!

Why is she so bold, if she splashes her all over and screams at him, won't he be distressed to death?

He quickly got up and walked over to her, "Why don't you tell me to serve it myself?" ”

Meow Seventeen stood there still, and waited for him to take away the bowl above his head, before lying on the blanket and shaking his little tail and said slyly, "The meat porridge is not delicious, I'm afraid you won't eat more if you're a picky eater!" Now that I'm going to work so hard to push it over for you, you're going to grit your teeth and drink it all up for my sake, right? ”

Murong Li, who was walking towards the small table next to the bed, paused in his footsteps.

He looked back at Meow Seventeen helplessly, met her sly bright eyes, and said, "Then I really want to thank you for your good intentions." ”

Meow Seventeen grinned, tilted her head and smiled happily.

Yes, yes, I have such good intentions, you must drink it all without blinking, and don't spit it out!

Murong Li didn't know Meow Seventeen's "sinister intentions", he sat down at the small table, stirred the porridge in the small porcelain bowl with a spoon, and then scooped a spoonful and sent it to his nose.

Sniffing the smell, he raised his eyebrows and said with some surprise, "This meat porridge is very fragrant, where is it unpalatable?" ”

Meow Seventeen smiled inscrutablely.

You don't want to know about it, hahahaha......