Zhong Lingxiu nodded secretly. Although this baby brother is not very competitive, he has a certain sense of the atmosphere of the children of the aristocratic family. His performance at this time is not disappointing.

It's a pity that Zhong Lingjun spoke again before she was happy.

"However, if elder martial sister Gu really wants to thank her, then help to bake two more wild mushrooms." Just listen to Zhong Lingjun words front a turn, and a face to please Gu Fenghua said.

Seeing his flattering smile, Zhong Lingxiu's face turned black. I really want to kick him out. If you eat, you know how to eat. You can't be more reserved. You've lost all the faces of the Zhong family.

"Then bake four. How about two for each of your brothers and sisters?" Gu Fenghua said.

"Good!" Zhong Lingxiu is still angry with her baby brother, but when she hears this, she blurts out the word "good" subconsciously.

As soon as the words came out, Zhong Lingjun was stunned, and Zhong Lingxiu himself was also stunned.

What about reserve? What about good reserve? Zhong Lingxiu was so ashamed that she lowered her head and began to look for the cave again.

Only then did I find that I wronged my younger brother. In the face of Gu Fenghua's barbecue skills, not to mention her younger brother, even she was too reserved.

However, have been Gu Fenghua hit so miserably, what good reserve? Such a self comforting thought, Zhong Lingxiu was calm again.

While eating barbecue, while chatting about the local conditions and customs of LINGJI region, people are happy, just like friends who have been together for many years.

"Where are people? Who is Fang Tianyou and who is Fang Tianyou?" Just chatting, I heard a terrified roar outside the door. Then, a little old man stumbled into the yard.

Gu Fenghua and others turned their heads and saw that the old man's head was covered with silver like snow, which was a bit of fairyland, but his face was covered with mud, and his hair was mixed with a few withered grass, which made him look very embarrassed.

After that, Lu Changsheng and several deacons of Xuangang patriarchal clan rushed into the yard. Looking at the old man, they were all embarrassed.

"Lao Lu, who is this old man?" Fang Tianyou looked at the little old man and Lu Changsheng, and asked inexplicably.

Lao Lu again, Lao Lu again! In front of so many old deacons, can't you give me a little face? The blue veins on Lu Changsheng's forehead began to jump again.

"Young master, this is the elder of Xuangang sect, Lord Zhan Shibai." Lu Changsheng forbeared the impulse of the storm and introduced it to Fang Tianyou.

"Oh, it's old Zhan. Sit down." Fang Tianyou pointed to the stone mound in the courtyard and said to Jasper.

Elder... Elder Zhan... The elder was stunned, and soon his forehead began to beat.

I remember the last time I was called Lao Zhan was hundreds of years ago. At that time, several elders of his generation were still alive. Sometimes they would call him Lao Zhan. But since those elders died, even the LORD did not dare to be so rude to him. How dare you call him Lao Zhan!

Although he is the supreme elder, according to the rules, when he meets Fang Tianyou, he should also give a courtesy. After all, the master is not here, and the little master is the master of a clan. But now, Fang Tianyou's "Lao Zhan" is so angry that his forehead is blue. It's good if he doesn't get angry. He's still in the mood.

"You are in trouble, you are in great trouble, you are in great trouble, do you know?" The little old man pointed to Fang Tianyou's nose and roared with grief.