Wuchen opened his eyes and found Huang Qingzheng standing in front of him with two fragrant sweet potatoes with a smile on his face.

The lotus leaves of the sweet potato are still green, dry but not burnt.

Huang Qing saw that Wuchen opened his eyes, jumped onto the stone as soon as he jumped on, and sat down next to Wuchen.

Huang Qing put a sweet potato on the stone, and with his free hand, he gently opened the lotus leaf wrapped in the sweet potato.

A fresh fragrance came to the nose, only to attract the flow of water.

Huang Qing stuffed the sweet potato with open lotus leaves into Wuchen's hand, and his tone was full of joy.

"Eat it, try the sweet potatoes I baked, just ripe but fragrant and sweet, eat the tube bag and your spiritual power will increase greatly, what a thousand-year-old demon and a thousand-year-old monster, all of them are not your opponents."

looked at Huang Qing's more vigorous and heroic face illuminated by the firelight.

Wuchen couldn't bear to sweep away Huang Qing's interest, and silently reached out to take the sweet potato.

Wuchen gently ripped off the skin of the sweet potato, and the aroma was overflowing for a while, revealing the sweet potato flesh like a white lotus.

Wuchen took a small bite gently, the entrance was fragrant and sweet, and the melon flesh was delicate and full of relish, which was the best delicacy Wuchen had ever eaten, and Wuchen was reluctant to swallow it for a while, and sucked it in his mouth for a long time.

Huang Qing looked at Wuchen and only took a small bite, and he didn't swallow it for a long time.

My heart is tight, it's so unpalatable that it's hard to swallow.

Huang Qing swallowed his saliva and asked tentatively, "What, Sister Wuchen, is it that you are used to eating fresh fruit syrup, and you can't adapt to the deliciousness of this world all of a sudden." ”

Wuchen almost laughed out loud when he saw Huang Qing's cautious look.

In order to hit Huang Qing's confident and proud temperament.

Wuchen deliberately pretended to be very hard, and swallowed the sweet potato in his mouth with difficulty.

Only then did he say slowly, "What kind of delicacy in the world I say, it's just a roasted sweet potato, and it's astringent and bitter, it's the worst food I've ever eaten." Wuchen said as he re-wrapped the sweet potato with lotus leaves, put it on the stone, and deliberately turned his head away from looking at Huang Qing.

"No, it smells good, it won't be so bad." Huang Qing's self-confidence was really hit by Wuchen, and he picked up the sweet potato and reopened it in disbelief, and also took a small bite in the place where Wuchen had bitten.

It's delicious, sweet, soft and sweet.

Deceived by Wuchen!

Huang Qing couldn't help jumping up and said, "Wuchen, you really don't eat fireworks in the world, it's so delicious, you actually say it's unpalatable, even if you don't eat it, then I'll eat it all." Huang Qing said and opened his mouth to bite down on the sweet potato.

Before Huang Qing could bite it, the sweet potato flew out of Huang Qing's hand lightly, and flew straight into Wuchen's hand as if he had eyes.

Wuchen smiled and said mischievously, "Our Buddhism pays attention to fairness, everything is equal, you invite me to dinner, but you want to swallow it alone, then there is this reason, this sweet potato is mine." Wuchen said that he stretched out his cherry lips and opened his mouth is a mouthful, this bite is really big, he actually bit the small half, only to see Huang Qing stunned, seeing that Wuchen was born light and elegant, not stained with dust, it is so delicious.

Huang Qing opened his eyes wide and watched Wuchen eat, and only after a while did he mutter, "I really didn't expect you to be so able to eat." ”

"I didn't expect that! , now let you open your eyes, or I'll eat your one too. Wuchen changed his usual solemn demeanor and raised his head. His eyes were shining, and he replied to Huang Qing a little mischievously.

"Don't——, don't——, I haven't eaten this day, I'm so hungry that my stomach sticks to my back." Huang Qing said as he hurriedly grabbed another sweet potato placed on the stone, peeled off the skin after three times and divided five by two, and devoured it.

"Boom-——, the original form is revealed, and he pretended to be a gentleman just now." Wuchen looked at Huang Qing's gobbling up, and bent over with a second smile.

Finally hearing the dustless laughter again, Huang Qing was overjoyed, and laughed: "Haha, each other, my little fairy is not elegant." ”