Chapter 3777

"I'm the eldest brother. Do you know how to respect the old and love the young? Let me come first." Weng Yuanming said, blowing his beard and staring.

"Elder brother, you said respect the old and love the young. Since I'm the third, of course I should come first." Zeng Ningan argued.

"What do you say? Do you still have my big brother in your eyes?" Weng Yuanming angrily reprimanded.

"The big one shouldn't let the small one. How can they bully people?" Zeng Ning'an was still in awe of the elder brother. He shrunk his neck, but he was still unconvinced and said that he would not let go of the porridge pot.

"Don't argue, elder brother and third brother. How can we say that we are also strong in the realm of emperor and Saint, and we are also brothers of friendship? How can we hurt the harmony for a pot of porridge. Otherwise, let's think of a way to share it. " Yao asked Shan to persuade him.

"How to divide it?" Weng Yuanming and Zeng Ningan asked in unison.

"Well, one of you is old and the other is young. You can't distinguish between respecting the old and loving the young. Let me come first." Yao asked Shanzhen, said with a face.

"You are... Shameless!" Weng Yuanming raised their feet at the same time and almost kicked Yao Wenshan away.

Next to him, Gu Fenghua was in a mess. He was completely stupid.

As for that, for the sake of a little rice porridge, the cruel three saints of Moyun and today's three founders of the burning heaven sect are fighting so hard?

Especially Yao Wenshan, not to mention the dignity of the emperor, the sage and the strong, even the brotherhood of hundreds and thousands of years, even said such shameless words.

Looking at the three elders, especially Yao Wenshan, who almost beat their heads to death for the sake of half a pot of rice porridge, Gu Fenghua turned his eyes and secretly despised them.

"Well, they're pathetic. I guess they haven't eaten anything decent since they lived so long." It was Lorne who said something very philosophical.

Think about it too. If they have eaten something decent, how can they fight for a little rice porridge like this, even without brotherhood?

As a senior eater, Luo en can better understand Weng Yuanming's mood at this time. At the beginning, when she tasted the cooking skills of Bai Pang for the first time, she was just as excited and still wanted to finish. If anyone wanted to compete with her, she would dare to take a bite.

"Don't rob the elders. The rest of the porridge is enough for you." The white fat man was sympathetic and worried.

It doesn't matter if several people beat their heads and blood. If they break this porridge pot, it won't be cost-effective. This pot is still brought from Tianji continent, which carries too many memories and thoughts of him.

While talking, the white fat man opened the lid of the pot.

Weng Yuanming several people look forward, sure enough, although the remaining rice porridge is not much, but they each share a bowl is enough. So instead of fighting, they each served a bowl.

It's worthy of being the strong one of the three and four grades of emperor Sheng. The porridge is well served, even with the edge of the bowl. It doesn't waste any space, but it doesn't overflow half a drop. In other words, no one will suffer any loss or gain any advantage.

Seeing this scene, Gu Fenghua secretly wiped a cold sweat. In order to hold this bowl of rice porridge well, it is estimated that several elders have used the cultivation of the holy realm to the extreme.

Gu Fenghua looked at the porridge pot and gave a wink to the fat man. The white fat man understood and quickly took the porridge pot to the kitchen. The rest of the rice porridge is just enough for three people to share, but there are some rice grains on the edge of the wall, so they can't see them. Otherwise, most of them have to fight with each other, and finally they are beaten to death.

Fortunately, Weng Yuanming put all his mind into the small bowl of rice porridge, and didn't notice the little action of the white fat man.