The instant noodle bowl was steaming, and the gloomy room instantly had a little more fireworks in the world.

Li Jingmo rested his hands on the table, his fingertips moved slightly, Ying Qi was about to take out a silver needle to test the poison, but he took the chopsticks first.

The hot noodles were scooped up, and Ying Qi hurriedly said, "Master, wait." ”

"What are you waiting for?" Zhao Fuling's voice came from outside the window, "Wait any longer, the noodles should be rotten." ”

Ying Qi: "......"

Li Jingmo chuckled, picked up a few noodles with his chopsticks, and fed them to his lips.

The aroma entered the nose, and the rich tomato broth made Li Jingmo reflexively shrink the tip of his tongue. After a few moments, he cautiously tried again, like a child foraging for food.

Ying Qi watched nervously from the side, and the silver needle in his hand was almost deformed.

The soup is fresh and thick, the brisket is chewy, and the noodles are refreshing and elastic...... If the plain silk that covered his eyes was taken off, Ying Qi would definitely be able to see the light of excitement shining at the bottom of Li Jingmo's eyes.

Although his movements are still gentle, he is no longer as dispensable or even unloving as before.

This is the first time Ying Qi has seen that his master also likes to eat.

Ying Qi had been silently watching Li Jingmo eat noodles, and when he saw that the food in the bowl had bottomed out, he swallowed his saliva unconsciously.

Li Jingmo's ears moved, stopped his chopsticks and said, "You also sit down and eat." ”

With this step, Ying Qi immediately put away the silver needle and picked up the bowl next to him.

Zhao Fuling is not wrong, after such a long time, the noodles in his bowl have indeed been lumped, and they are not as elastic as Li Jingmo's tendons. But the first time he tasted this taste, he thought it was delicious even if the dough was lumpy.

Li Jingmo pays attention to manners, and even if he has an endless aftertaste after eating noodles, he still puts down his chopsticks reservedly.

Ying Qi can't manage it so much.

After eating the noodles and picking up the remaining vegetables and eggs, he tilted his head and drank the soup in the bowl.

It's delicious!

He wiped his mouth and placed the bowl on the table.

Then he looked out and found that Zhao Lingling was still sitting on the steps under the eaves, bored and playing with grass roots.

It was about to eat people with a soft mouth, and Ying Qi finally softened his tone: "We're done eating, I'll go with you now." ”

Zhao Ling immediately got up: "Okay." ”

She waited for Ying Qi to bring out the empty bowl, and saw Ying Qi hesitating at the door, as if she couldn't rest assured of Li Jingmo, so she said, "You can also bring your master." ”

Anyway, she understands the food, buy one get one free and take it away.

Ying Qi frowned and rejected Zhao Ling's proposal.

Li Jingmo didn't seem to want to go over, so Zhao Fuling didn't say anything more.

The two drilled a hole and crossed the bamboo forest, and quietly entered the courtyard.

The peony has been packed up, and Sun Yiyue is being coaxed to get up in the hall with kind words. Sun Niangniang got up angrily, turned over and kicked the quilt down, and turned a deaf ear to Peony's words.

Peony spun around in place anxiously, and it wasn't until she turned around and saw Zhao Lingling that her eyes lit up.

"Mother's ......"

Before she finished speaking, Zhao Fuling interrupted her and said, "Let her go, you don't need her for such rough work as repairing the roof." ”

Peony said "oh" at this time, covered the quilt for Sun Yiyue, and then went out.

As soon as he walked to the door, he saw a tall and mighty man standing in the courtyard, and his pupils shrank in shock, "He ......"

"The maintenance guy I hired." Zhao Fuling comforted her with her eyes.

Peony's nervous throat moved several times, and she clenched her fingers and peeked at Yingqi with her eyes.

Ying Qi didn't pay attention to her, and was looking up at the big hole on the roof.

Zhao Fuling asked: "Brother Ying Qi, where do we start?" ”

Ying Qi grimaced, clasped his hands on his chest, and was expressionless: "I don't know." ”

Zhao Fuling: "??? ”

When you eat my beef brisket noodles, why don't you say you don't know?