Next, under the leadership of Lianjin, the family of three was exceptionally well-behaved and obedient, and soon prepared a table of meals full of color and flavor.

Of course, the chef is Lianjin.

Nangong Yemo and his wife smelled the smell of rice floating in the air, and kept swallowing their saliva.

Incense, it's so fragrant.

Since they were imprisoned in the underground palace and tortured by Nangong Jingli, they have never eaten delicious meals again.

On weekdays, Nangong Jingli gives them a few steamed buns at most, as long as they don't die of hunger.

Good

"Reading minds and eating big melons, the cannon fodder is collectively crazy! Chapter 338 It's over, it's over, it's shameful and I'm throwing it home I'm hitting it with my hand, please wait a moment,

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