In Tianyuan Mansion, there is only one restaurant.

The name of the restaurant is Xingchen.

Some people think the dish is delicious. But there are still some people who find the food unpalatable.

Ink Fall City belongs to the column that thinks it is delicious.

For what to eat, Mo Chengcheng does not have high requirements, the most important thing is to be able to eat enough.

"Is this it?" Lin Feng asked curiously.

Mo Chengcheng walked ahead and stopped at the door of a restaurant.

At the door of the restaurant, a star tablet is erected.

"Hmm."

Mo Qingcheng's face, which had almost completely recovered, was slightly ruddy, and he nodded in response.

"Okay, whatever you want, just order it."

Lin Feng was high-spirited and spoke very proudly, as the young master of the Lin family, Lin Feng still had the ability to invite others to a luxurious meal.

"I'm not going to save you money."

Mo Chengcheng smiled slightly, and said indifferently: "You are the first person who dares to ask the teacher of Tianyuan Mansion for money." ”

In fact, Lin Feng's request for fifteen thousand taels from the invigilator had already spread in the Tianyuan Mansion. Now, it is naturally normal for Mo Chengcheng to mention this matter.

"Huh."

Lin Feng smiled gloomily and didn't say anything.

Lin Feng is not the kind of person who gets cheap and sells well, he has already received money from others, and then judges others, Lin Feng will not do this kind of thing, and he can't do it.

Mo Chengcheng paced into the Xingchen Restaurant, while Lin Feng followed closely behind Mo Chengcheng and walked into the restaurant.

In the restaurant, there is no cave.

Lin Feng raised his head and looked up at the top of the restaurant, only to know that this place was completely under the simulated starry sky.

At this moment, at noon, there are countless stars shining in the restaurant, which is very beautiful.

Mo Chengcheng took the menu and ordered the dishes "shredded pork with green peppers, spicy tofu, and chicken in a pot." ”

Of these dishes, Lin Feng was the only one who had never eaten the pot chicken. For the other two, they were just home-cooked side dishes, and Lin Feng was no stranger to them.

"Is the pot chicken delicious?"

Lin Feng had never eaten pot chicken, so when Mo Lingcheng ordered this dish, Lin Feng wanted to know what was so special about this dish.

"It's spicy, it's delicious."

Mo Chengcheng took off two pairs of chopsticks and handed them to Lin Feng, but asked again, "Haven't you eaten them?" ”

"Nope."

Lin Feng took the chopsticks, then rinsed them with hot tea, and said, "Is it famous?" ”

"Seems to be."

Mo Chengcheng just thought that the ground pot chicken was delicious, but he never knew whether the ground pot chicken was famous or not. After all, not all good food will be famous all over the world, and not all good people can end well.

Soon, the dishes came up.

Lin Feng's attention was always on the chopped chicken.

Whole chickens are chopped into pieces and scattered in an iron pot, and around the iron pot are something called steamed buns in the north.

"I'm curious, how did this thing attract you?" Lin Feng asked curiously.

Just seeing the appearance of the chicken in the pot, Lin Feng's appetite had already weakened by half, but Mo Chengcheng was rinsing the chopsticks, and then stirred the chopsticks, ready to start eating.

"Because I like it, I get used to it."

That's the answer.

For the dish of ground pot chicken, Mo Tingcheng was not attracted by it, she just liked to eat this dish at the beginning, and finally habitually ate this dish.

Habits and likes are not the same.

Habit is a habit that is integrated into the bones, while liking is a feeling, and change is change.

Mo Chengcheng comes to eat the pot chicken every week, and has developed a habit, if he doesn't eat it for a week, he will have an indescribable sense of loss in his heart, as if he has lost something.

Lin Feng stirred up his chopsticks, picked up a piece of chicken, and was about to put it in his mouth, but he saw a familiar figure.

This figure was very familiar to Lin Feng, because the man owed him a head.

"Senior Brother Allure, do you like to play football?"

Lin Feng stopped the chopsticks in his hand, and the chicken that he had picked up did not put it in his mouth, but put it in a bowl. He looked at Mo Chengcheng and asked.

"Huh?"

Mo Chengcheng's mouth contained a piece of meat, and he looked cute, but he was a little stunned with thousands of doubts in his heart.

After eating well, Lin Feng suddenly asked such a question, which made Mo Tingcheng feel very strange.

But in the next second, Lin Feng secretly gave Mo Chengcheng a look, and then set his eyes on a black-shirted young man, and Mo Chengcheng knew what Lin Feng meant.

There was no doubt that Lin Feng wanted to fix that black-shirted boy.

Mo Qingcheng understood that Lin Feng was her junior brother, so she had to cooperate a little.

"I like it."

Mo Chengcheng nodded slightly, but it did not affect her to continue eating at all, only to see that she was calm and calm, completely like a nobody, and continued to eat very calmly.

"That's good. I remember someone who seems to owe me a ball, so I might as well just ask for the ball today, and let's go play together after dinner. ”

Lin Feng smiled, deliberately raised his voice, and responded.

Hearing the word "ball", the black-shirted young man slammed into a daze, looked at Lin Feng, and then looked surprised.

He did lose that gamble.

The losing bet is just a ball, nothing more than a ball made by a human head.

"I want that ball."

Lin Feng stood up, slowly walked to the front of the black-shirted young man, and said with a chuckle.

"I'm willing to gamble."

The black-shirted young man's eyes were very deep, he stared at Lin Feng, and said bluntly: "It's just that killing me won't do you any good." ”

It's a gamble! Another gamble between the black-shirted boy and Lin Feng.

If Lin Feng insisted on killing him, with Mo Chengcheng present, he would naturally not be an opponent. Therefore, he could only fight to the death, and he bet that Lin Feng would not kill him rashly.

"You're smart and confident."

A sneer crossed the corner of Lin Feng's mouth, he stretched out his palm, gently patted the face of the black-shirted young man, and said with a smile: "I like smart people very much, but I don't like people who are too confident, because that kind of person looks a little conceited." ”

"So?"

Although the black-shirted young man is crazy, he is in the Ye family, and he can be regarded as a person with a head and a face. He didn't want to say anything more about Lin Feng's threat, he just wanted to know what Lin Feng wanted to do, and what kind of consequences he would have.

"Forget it, I can't kill you anyway."

Lin Feng flicked a few traces of dust on his sleeve, his mind was very indifferent, and he was extremely calm when he spit out the words, and said, "Now I just want to eat a meal quietly." ”

"Playing smart in front of you, it seems that I have some axes in my class." The black-shirted boy said in a deep voice.

The black-shirted young man thought that Lin Feng would boldly attack him, but Lin Feng generously let him go, which he really never dreamed of.

However, this also shows that Lin Feng's skills are superior.

The black-shirted young man just hoped that Lin Feng would be able to make a move on him, if this was the case, the Lin family would definitely fall.

After all, the Lin family is huge, and the Ye family can only use the imperial court to bring down the Lin family, and with the help of the imperial court, they need a suitable reason.

If Lin Feng rashly killed the black-shirted boy, he would kill the godgrandson of Song Tianren, the prime minister of the dynasty, this reason is very good and suitable.

"Your life is not as valuable as the life of a dog in my family. If I don't kill you, I'll just let a dog go. ”

Lin Feng's voice was very deep, his eyes emitted a terrifying cold light, he sat down indifferently, and said: "The way of heaven is sinking, and someone will do the way for heaven." ”

"Hehe, in the face of power, what is the sky?"

The black-shirted young man looked at Lin Feng, who was helpless, and couldn't help but sneer a few times, and laughed and sneered.

"Brother dog, do you know that you keep biting, it's very annoying?"

Mo Chengcheng suddenly stopped the chopsticks holding the chicken, looked cold, stared at the black-shirted young man with disdain and said, "I know you like to bite indiscriminately, but can you change places and bite again?" ”

Between the words, the chopsticks in Mo Chengcheng's hand, the tip instantly condensed into ice.