Chapter 907 is a foodie

"Except for the Immortal Kitchen Feast, nothing can awaken the sleeping Realm God. Jiang Yazi looked at the sunrise in the distance, and his tone was very helpless.

"Why?" Xia Houqin wondered, could it be ......

"Because, the god of the world is a foodie. Jiang Yazi's voice became smaller and smaller, and he seemed to feel that it was a bit rebellious to say this, but who made that delicious reputation far and wide.

Xiahouqin: "......"

Chu Xiangjun: "......"

The god of the realm is not awake, and the dark cooking world is ready to move, because the earth is only a small one in the tens of thousands of planes, and the lord will not notice his existence at all, even if the earth is invaded by the dark culinary realm, in the eyes of the lord, it is also the survival of the fittest of nature, and it is not an important thing at all.

Therefore, when no one can be relied on, he can only choose to save himself, and the only way to save himself is to wake up the god of the world and keep him awake, otherwise as soon as he sleeps, the world should be reorganized.

In late autumn and early winter, as soon as the sun sets, you will feel the bitter cold wind.

When Chu Xiangjun returned home from Yanping Mountain, it was already evening.

Lin Fengjiao was considerate of her daughter and cooked a table full of dishes for Chu Xiangjun.

Looking at the steaming home-cooked food, Chu Xiangjun's heart felt warm, this feeling of being cared for - it's so good.

"Junjun, this is the old hen soup that my mother has been boiling all afternoon, you see that your child doesn't know what he's busy with recently, and he's lost weight. Lin Fengjiao said as she served soup to Chu Xiangjun.

When serving the soup, she also carefully skimmed off the oil slick on it.

The clear chicken soup is warm in the palm of your hand, and the fragrance goes straight to the tip of your nose, which makes people appetite.

Chu Xiangjun took a sip, and the warmth flowed down his mouth, nourishing the internal organs and spreading throughout the body.

"Thank you Mom, it's delicious. ”

"Silly boy, be polite to me. Lin Fengjiao said with a smile, but as she spoke, she became melancholy again.

It was not easy for him and Chu Xiangjun to recognize each other, but this child was always politely distant from herself, Lin Fengjiao remembered that Chu Yingxuan used to be under her knees in front of her, coquettish to herself, and lost her temper, although sometimes she would have a headache, but that kind of relationship mode is the mode of getting along with mother and daughter.

Thinking that Chu Xiangjun had suffered for so many years under Fu Shulan's calculations, Lin Fengjiao felt that she was too incompetent as a mother.

Chu Xiangjun was thinking about Jiang Yazi's words, there were still several things missing from the immortal kitchen utensils, and where those kitchen utensils were, he had no clue at all, but the dark cooking world was already ready to move.

Chu Xiangjun was thinking about things in his head, and he didn't take into account the little thoughts of his old mother.

Jingle bells!

The doorbell rang, Lin Fengjiao was puzzled, Bo Bo and Yuelun said that they were going out to sing, so they said hello and didn't come back for dinner at night, look at the alarm clock on the wall, it's only six o'clock now, are the two of them back so early?

"I'll drive it. Lin Fengjiao wiped her hands on the apron, and walked to the door while untying the apron.

When the door was opened, Lin Fengjiao was stunned.

"What are you doing here?" Lin Fengjiao said with a dark face and a cold tone.

Chu Zhanpeng stood pitifully at the door and said, "I'll come to have dinner with your mother." ”

"I didn't cook for you. ”

"I brought my own, let me in first, it's cold outside. Chu Zhanpeng forcibly stuffed the bag containing takeaway in his hand into Lin Fengjiao's arms, and then got in and took a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet.

(End of chapter)