"Where's the tea?" He asked.

Ruan Ling shook his head and pushed the porridge in front of him.

The Immortal frowned.

The little city god gave him a mess to eat.

Don't eat, don't eat.

He looked away and used the steaming porridge on the table as a transparent display.

Ruan Ling sat across from his desk, looking at him with his eyes, waiting for him to eat.

Hades began to read the official documents.

Although there are ten ghost kings in the underworld who share the affairs of the ten halls, he, the number one, can't just ask about anything.

Cui Yu will take over the important official affairs in the underworld every once in a while, and when he finishes his instructions, he will take them back and distribute them to the ghost kings.

The Hades King looked at it, and then he fell into a trance, and habitually reached into the fruit bowl in the upper right corner to take something to eat.

Who knows, but it is empty.

He looked up in surprise and saw that the fruit bowl was empty.

He remembered very well that not long ago, the golden fruit boy brought a plate of fruits.

Then he saw the little city god sitting on the futon opposite.

She's sneaking around to hide the last banana peel.

Don't ask, she eats the fruit,

Hades' eyebrows moved.

This bold and ugly city god ate it and ate it, and he ate it all,

Didn't she know he hadn't eaten yet!

Hades stared at her, and there was something called resentment in his eyes.

Ruan Ling lowered his eyebrows and resolutely did not meet his pale golden eyes.

She thought to herself, I have already eaten the fruit anyway, either you will be hungry or you will eat porridge.

Hades stared at her, took the porridge in his right hand, held it to his mouth, and drank it in one gulp with a blank face.

I didn't know what it was like.

I just feel a little hot.

Ruan Ling didn't expect this big bowl of preserved egg porridge to be drunk by him.

She was a little apprehensive, and after cleaning up the dishes, she didn't have the heart to do anything, and she fidgeted around.

She was worried that she would eat Hades again.

Finally staying up until the evening, she rubbed in front of the Hades and slapped her palm on his forehead.

Cool silky.

Yes.

He did not have a fever.

Ruan Ling's heart swelled with a little happiness.

Hades was writing, and he looked up at her as if he were looking at a fool.

Ruan Ling didn't care about his eyes.

She wondered why he could accept some food, while others would get sick if they ate it.

Where are the differences and boundaries?

She decided to find out the pattern.

When Hades finished writing, it was already evening again.

Outside, the twilight was hazy.

He put down his pen and asked for the first time, "What do you eat at night?" ”

Ruan Ling turned around and went out and came in with a plate of cleaned cherries.

When the golden fruit boy saw that she took the initiative to take the fruit to her master, he was very moved. Now in their hearts, as long as she does not harm her master, it is already a great joy.

The golden fruit boy prepared the fruit in a slippery manner.

However, Hades has no interest in fruit at all.

He only glanced at it, then looked away: "Is there anything else?" ”

If you listen carefully, you can still hear a trace of expectation in his voice.

However, Ruan Ling's attitude was very firm.

This is the only one for dinner.

She could probably guess the Immortal's diet.

For him to safely accept a new food, it must be done slowly and in small quantities, and the consequence of eating a large amount of snacks at once like yesterday is to get sick.

He had already eaten a bowl of porridge at noon today, and he would never eat any other food in the evening.

Otherwise, I don't know what will happen.

Can't risk his body.

Ruan Ling resolutely did not prepare other food for him, and the Hades King could only eat cherries.