When Lu Muqing pulled away from his memories, Meng Qingyi had already left, and he parted his hands and feet generously and on all fours, and lay down on the particularly soft bed.

So in the hall, only Lu Muqing and him were left.

When there were only two of them, the air was a little stiff, as if there was always a transparent mustard presence.

Because they are using each other, they can't get close to each other no matter what.

Lu Muqing is still old after all, and Lu Muqing doesn't want to be ruined by such an atmosphere, so Lu Muqing said.

"Stay and eat in the evening. ”

The owner of the Lu family will never leave people down for dinner very often.

Many cronies regard such an invitation as an honor.

But he wasn't necessarily very happy.

He didn't refuse either.

Once you have something to ask someone else, it's best not to disobey someone else's will over a small matter.

So even if he was reluctant in his heart, he had no choice but to stay.

Fortunately, there is still Ling Xiang here.

Where there are men, there is Ling Xiang, and the atmosphere will be a lot warmer, no matter whether these men are young or old.

What's more, Lu Muqing still treats Ling Xiang as a daughter.

If Ling Xiang shouted out of her, Lu Muqing, who had always been calm, would actually write her displeasure on her face, so over time, in private, Ling Xiang coquettishly behaved in front of Lu Muqing a lot of times.

Now Ling Xiang pouted greedily, the tip of her tongue licked and slid on her lips inch by inch, and the silky saliva was shallowly stained on the lip flap, shining in the light.

As soon as he looked at this gluttonous look, Lu Muqing's head became slightly bigger.

Lu Muqing hurriedly spoke.

"There are no ducks at home. ”

Ling Xiang muttered aggrievedly.

"People want to eat. ”

Lu Muqing said again.

"There are no five fruits at home. ”

Ling Xiang still looked very moving.

"People just want to eat. ”

Lu Muqing deliberately kept a straight face and said.

"It's winter, and it's hard to find materials. ”

So Ling Xiang evoked.

"Auntie. ”

Of course, Ling Xiang was calling Mrs. Lu.

Mrs. Lu was holding her youngest son, and the youngest son was even covering his mouth and snickering.

Mrs. Lu said.

"Xianggong, it's been a long time since I've eaten your Jumbo duck. ”

So Lu Muqing shook his head.

So Lu Muqing had to ask people to find all the ingredients and condiments.

Although the snow has stopped, it is still winter, and not only are there few markets, but it is also difficult to find a place to raise ducks, so it took some time.

While waiting, Ling Xiang explained to him while holding the crook of his arm.

"This treasure duck, but when I pursued A-Niang, my father personally researched it. At that time, I captured A-Niang's stomach, and since then I can't help but fall in love. ”

When Mrs. Lu heard Ling Xiang say this, she couldn't help but blush slightly on her cheeks, which could really be regarded as amorous and still there.

He said.

"Isn't that the same thing as me? ”

Ling Xiang immediately stuck out her tongue.

"Your craft, no matter how fanciful it is, can't compare to Daddy's hand. ”

Now even he has curiosity.

At this time, Lu Muqing had already come out of the inner room, changed into a coarse cloth regular clothes, rolled up his sleeves, turned on the hot stove, and then poured water into the whole cauldron, smothered the lid, and waited for it to boil. Then he picked up the kitchen knife again, and despite the duck's struggles, he made a cut in his throat.

After filling the bowl with the flowing duck blood, the duck no longer had the strength to move.

Seeing Lu Muqing's neat move, it was difficult for him to be indifferent anymore, and he quietly had some expectations for this treasure duck in his heart.