Jiu Luo snorted happily or sadly, walked past Feng Banyuan without squinting, and stood directly beside Mo Chen. The small eyes floating on Mo Chen's body were full of swords and sword shadows.

Mo Chen didn't see it, and said angrily to her: "You know how to eat." ”

Jiu Luo looked at Feng Banyuan, who was looking at him, suppressed the urge to go back, and muttered in a low voice, "What does this have to do with eating." If the apprentice can follow up, can't the subordinates?"

Mo Chen glared at her, deliberately didn't hear it, turned his head to Feng Banyuan and said politely, "Please also ask the city lord to lead the way." ”

Feng Banyuan was stunned for a moment before he stepped forward and led the two of them into the inner hall.

She looked at Zhu Jiuluo and Mo Chen out of the corner of her eye, and her heart was full of empty loneliness.

Although Mo Chen looked fierce to Zhu Jiuluo and was polite to himself, he was actually distant and clear at a glance.

When they arrived at the inner sanctum, someone was waiting in advance.

There were seven or eight plates on a small round jade table, and Jiuluo looked at it full of delicacies, with good color, flavor, and taste. It seems that this city lord has put a lot of effort into currying favor with Mo Chen.

Jiu Luo glanced at the jade stool under the table, there were only two. No wonder the attendants wanted to keep her outside, the Feng City Lord didn't plan to let her in at all. I'm obviously the superfluous one.

However, she didn't want to show how much she could see the host's thoughts at this time, and she didn't want to take the initiative to withdraw from the dinner. She glanced at Feng Banyuan and Mo Chen, and a bad idea popped into her head.

"Wow, Mochen, there are so many delicious foods, the Fengcheng Lord is too attentive. It's a pity that there is no food you love. Jiuluo walked over and pulled a jade stool to sit on, and the jade board had a thick cotton cushion on top of it, which was extremely comfortable to sit on. Jiu Luo nodded with satisfaction, tilted his head to look at Mo Chen, and patted the other jade stool beside him: "Mo Chen, come and sit." ”

Mo Chen was not polite, and sat directly on the stool.

Suddenly, Feng Banyuan became the most redundant one.

Jiu Luo deliberately called him Mo Chen, and deliberately occupied the seat, wanting to make Feng Banyuan unhappy. However, in Feng Banyuan's eyes, it was nothing more than a childish provocation.

Feng Banyuan didn't take it to heart, and introduced the dishes on the table to Mo Chen with a smile: "These are all made by me myself, do you taste it or it is not the taste before." ”

An attendant brought a new jade stool and wanted to put it in the middle of Jiu Luo and Mo Chen, and Jiu Luo seemed to unintentionally stretch out his legs to block it.

The attendant was a little embarrassed, and was just about to open his mouth to let Zhu Jiuluo endure it, Mo Chen pointed to his right side and beckoned Feng Banyuan and said, "If the Feng City Lord doesn't mind, just sit here, so that the deity can add food for the City Lord." ”

After he said this, Feng Banyuan's gaze as deep as winter moved away from Zhu Jiuluo, gave the attendant a look, and walked to the right side of Mochen with a smile and sat down.

"Of course not. ”

She picked up the jade chopsticks and began to serve the ink dust. Explain how each dish is selected and cooked one by one.

Mo Chen listened carefully and commented from time to time.

Jiu Luo looked at Mo Chen in surprise.

Scum, I actually put down the shelf and went to take the initiative to serve people. It's a shame to extend the face of sushi.

She picked up the chopsticks in front of her and stretched them into a plate of vegetables, just in time to remove the dishes that Feng Banyuan had picked up.

Feng Banyuan said gracefully: "Since I wish the girl to eat, then put the dish in front of you, and someone will serve the same one." ”

Zhu Jiuluo grinned and said, "No need, Mo Chen and I don't like to eat kale." ”

Feng Banyuan's face sank: "This is Mo Chen's favorite dish, of course you don't know his preferences as a subordinate." ”

Feng Banyuan's chopsticks picked up the dish again. Jiuluo's chopsticks pressed against Feng Banyuan's chopsticks: "It's because I don't like it, that's why he doesn't like to eat." ”

Feng Banyuan's hand trembled a little when he was choked by this sentence, "Mo Yuan, is that what she said?"