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"You, save me a little bit of refreshment."

Mo Chang's eyebrows twisted into a lump, in addition to helplessness, or helplessness, this woman is really as Fu Xue said, heartless!

Yan Nuo frowned, looked at the idiot with a look of an idiot, and did not speak, the best way now is to be silent.

After Lu Kou saw Yan Nuo, he wanted to get closer, but when he saw Mo's hazy face, he still covered his neck and stood in place.

Fu Xue was amused, shrugged her shoulders and said:

"It's fun."

Seeing this elf-like man angry again and again, but Yan Nuo's helpless appearance, she couldn't help but want to laugh.

Lu Kou glanced at Fu Xue strangely, then at Yan Nuo, and then secretly at the ink, but in the end he was still confused, and he didn't know what Fu Xue was laughing at.

Xiqing nodded to Yan Nuo, stood up, and followed the words of the master of ceremonies, standing in front of the board.

"In the end, it is Meng Qianqian, the chef lady who relies on gorgeous techniques and technical skills to defeat the heroes of the Fengguo Dynasty, and Xiqing, the chef who easily passes the test and kills the thief ship with outstanding taste and skills, and fights one-on-one. The last round, begin! ”

After the master of ceremonies finished speaking, he stepped aside and began his detailed explanation-

"Who will be the last sea carp black sea bream, we'll wait and see!"

"Look, look, Meng Qianqian's technique looks gorgeous at first glance, but what she does is extremely ordinary, is this her method of making."

"Also, her subordinates are dancing in front of their opponents, is this to disturb Xiqing's mind?"

With the good eloquence of this master of ceremonies, everyone also looked at Xiqing with his words.

"What will happen to Xiqing?"

"Hah! Not affected in the slightest, not only that, but his sword skills became more and more neat......"

"Follow your own steps, Xiqing, who is cooking silently, is so focused."

“……”

"Hiccup—"

Yan Nuo hiccuped, touched his stomach, and cried with a sad face:

"I'm hungry and hiccuping."

Mo Zhu's lips pursed slightly, and the corners of his eyes rose slightly, "You deserve it." ”

Yue Min sighed behind the two of them, shouldn't he go a little farther?

Doesn't that feel great?

"I deserve it?"

Yan Nuo glared, "Hiccup—you can still burp 'hungry'?" ”

"Originally, there were no two taels of meat on the body, so take it and eat it."

After Mo finished speaking, a roast chicken wrapped in oiled paper appeared in front of Yan Nuo, don't ask her how she knew that it was roast chicken, because before Mo could say the last word 'eat', Yan Nuo had already swallowed two mouthfuls of chicken.

At that speed, Yue Min, who was looking at it, subconsciously rubbed his eyes, himself, didn't he dazzle?

She, that's the real speed!

"Mo, knife mouth tofu heart, it turns out that it's you!"

Yan Nuo held the chicken wings in his mouth, gave a thumbs up to the ink, and was full of praise, "You have always carried food with you, why did you only take it out now?" ”

"Who said I always carried it?"

Mo Mei's eyes narrowed, and he reached out and flicked it lightly on Yan Nuo's forehead, "You still don't admit that you are stupid, there!" ”

As he spoke, his eyes turned to a long wooden table not far away, where the packaged roast chicken was indeed placed, and on the other side, a huge stove was burning, and the oil juice of the roast chicken was falling on the flames drop by drop, and the appetite of the people watching was greatly increased.

"You, why didn't I see you and you bought it?"

Yan Nuo licked the oil juice on his hand and asked.

Mo's two thick eyebrows rippled faintly, like anger and laughter, "Are you sure your eyes are always on me?" ”

"Not sure."

Yan Nuo grinned, shook his head honestly, and replied in the affirmative.

"You."

Mo gritted his teeth, and instantly had the feeling of hitting the cotton with all his strength, crying and laughing, "You still dare to answer so directly." ”

Yan Nuo wiped his hands on the oiled paper, "I'm telling the truth. ”

"Good, good, good."

said hello three times in a row, Mo's sharp and deep gaze gave people a sense of oppression, "This account will be calculated for you when you grow up." ”

Yan Nuo burst out laughing, "I'm thirteen years old now, and if I grow up, I'll be gone in five years." ”

Mo frowned, "You'll be in time for two years." ”

Yan Nuo opened his mouth, yes, this is ancient times, and it is indeed an adult at the age of fifteen.