A dinner for a family of four is a happy meal, but the lion eats very little, especially whenever he wants to say something, Luna will always look at him with a smile and ask, "Cousin, do you think dinner is not to your taste?"

This sentence is like an old monk chanting, I don't know how many times Luna has muttered about a meal, and the lion attack Lang really doesn't eat much, so the next day's breakfast began, the empathetic queen Olivia ordered the kitchen to prepare a meal for the lion attack Lang that was very negative to the court of the Central Empire.

It's embarrassing that way.

The court dishes of the Central Empire belong to the kind of cooking techniques that do not get tired of eating, no matter what is required to be exquisite, and the amount is small, small plates and small bowls are densely placed on a pile, and each dish does not contain the same kind of food.

Of course, it is not the court of the Central Empire, and it is more turtle hair than the snow wolf royal family, and the place to serve dishes like this is related to the eating habits of the lion clan.

Just as the wolf clan has always maintained the habit of sharing meals for the family, the lion clan also has its own eating habits, that is, the male of the family should eat first, and the rest he eats is the ration of the wife and children in the family.

In the case of this habit, in order not to take the cubs to eat the leftovers of the males, the females have exerted their ingenuity that belongs exclusively to the working women, don't you let us eat the leftovers?

Okay, then divide them all into small portions, make a few more things, you can't finish eating, I can eat what you haven't touched.

As a result, after thousands of years of evolution, the dining table of the Central Empire has formed the scene of small plates and small bowls, with a meal ranging from twenty or thirty dishes to hundreds, and it is said that there are thousands of dishes on the table in the court.

At this time, although it was breakfast, it was impossible to make thousands of dishes in this foreign country, but there were still more than twenty dishes with different small buns, dumplings, broth, and porridge in front of Shi Xilang.

The Luna siblings, who were sitting across from the lion, stared at each other, and Silas was even more embarrassed when he turned around and saw that his nephew had already eaten it by himself after dividing a circle of food.

Looking at the lion who took a small bun the size of a dragon eye in his mouth, realized that he was out of shape, and couldn't vomit or swallow for a while, and then looked at the stew he was holding on to the fork from his house, and he didn't give it, and he didn't give it, Luna hung his head and smiled.

I said in my heart that her mother was still a step ahead.

At this time, staring at the lion attack, Jack, who swallowed saliva with those good-looking side dishes, finally asked, "Cousin, is it delicious?"

"Poof...... Luna couldn't hold it back any longer, and just laughed and lay down on the table.

"Luna!" Olivia glared at her daughter helplessly, the etiquette class had already begun, but her daughter always looked like she hadn't attended.

Luna hurriedly reined in when she heard this, but this smile really shouldn't be too hard to hold, okay?

In the end, His Majesty was more calm, only embarrassed for a moment, then put down the fork with the stew in his hand, sat back in his seat, and calmly spit out two words, "Open the meal!"

This breakfast was naturally a bit dull because of the situation in the beginning, but this did not affect Luna and Jack's appetite, and as for the other people's shadows, they didn't care.

If there is only one thing that the siblings can't forget, it is the special dish of the Central Empire that they saw for the first time.

Of course, there is a slight difference here, Jack is purely greedy for things that he has never eaten, while Luna wants to taste those little buns and dumplings when she sees them, and whether they are the same as what she has eaten in her previous life......

After all, in the past few years, she has not eaten much of the taste she was used to in her previous life, and it is absolutely false to say that she doesn't want to miss it, of course, if it is a small longan bun with a big button, it can be replaced with a big bun with meat filling, it will be better.

Suck, I can't think about it, I'm greedy......

The school classes were as easy as ever, and although she missed classes for several days, Luna didn't feel struggling, but she felt very comfortable at school.

After the cultural class, Luna went straight to the office area, and all the way, all the way was super high.

"You're back!" Fleming's eyes lit up as Luna pushed the door open.

"Can you not look at me like that, I'm afraid!" Luna stood in the doorway, not going inside, holding her little bag, and watching Fleming look like I was scared.

"Why don't I believe it so much!" Fleming leaned back in his chair and beckoned to Luna.

"What?" Luna asked with a sigh as she looked at Fleming, who looked like a ruffian.

"You know, you're famous now. Fleming asked Luna as she walked over to the small desk next to her, and sat down.

The corners of Luna's mouth twitched when she heard this, and she didn't bother to pay attention to Fleming's inconsistencies.

"Eh, talking to you! Why didn't you say anything?" Fleming raised his hand and patted Luna on the head.

"What do you want to see me?" Luna reluctantly turned to Fleming, she had already estimated the impact of that letter after it was sent, but what could it be?

She still has to take care of her life, and she still has to eat food, right?

Besides, since she walked into the office area, she has been watched by an unknown number of people all the way, even if she was a little apprehensive before, she was also looked at by these people.

"It's boring!" Fleming snorted.

"It's boring, are you done?" Luna flipped through the account books on her desk, and immediately looked at Fleming when she realized that it wasn't the past accounts.

Can this thing not squeeze her child labor like this?

"Aren't you coming back? Those who can work harder, and those who can work harder. Fleming smiled and brought out a plate of small cakes from the drawer of his desk.

Smelling the smell of the cake, Luna knew that it was baked by Aunt Katie, and that there was jam in it, and she couldn't help but snort, "It's so thick-skinned," but she still reached for one, and while nibbling on it, she picked up the account book and flipped through it.

Seeing Luna eat deliciously, Fleming also smiled and narrowed, and then lay directly on the desk, and after a while, let out a shallow snoring sound.

Luna, on the other hand, ate a plate of cakes and finished two account books before she kicked Fleming's chair and called him up.

"Lunch?" asked Fleming, who was stunned from sleep, before his eyes were opened.

"Two more moments. Luna pointed to the hourglass not far away, and when she saw Fleming squinting and glancing at it, she grabbed him and said, "Don't sleep, I'll take you to the treasurer." ”

"He's sick! Don't touch his brow, I'm begging you!" Fleming said, rubbing his face with his hand raised, and a little more sober.

"Sick?" Luna looked at Fleming in surprise.