Chapter 1777

Lu Zexiao parked the car on the side of the road, he seemed to be thinking about something, Feng Jian looked at him in a dilemma, and after walking with him for so long, his heart softened.

"Okay, okay, I'll let you go, just eat whatever you want."

Feng Jian didn't insist anymore, but Lu Zexiao's stubbornness came up, "Since you said you want to eat, I will let you eat."

What is so difficult for him, he has already thought of a solution.

Lu Zexiao immediately dialed a number, said a few words, and started the car.

...

After driving for nearly half an hour, the car stopped at the familiar downstairs, which was a house owned by Lu Zexiao. Feng Jian lived here before, and there was also an aunt.

"What are you taking me here for?"

Feng Jian thought that there might be no other way for Lu Zexiao, he couldn't find the Mala Tang stall she wanted to eat, so he took himself back to his house to make some food to make amends, but he didn't expect Feng Jian to be scared when he entered the door. arrive.

What she saw was unbelievable, "This is?"

As soon as the door was opened, there was a cart of Malatang stand. Auntie stood behind the cart and skewered Malatang, and part of it was cooked in the pool for boiling Malatang inside the cart.

Kazami couldn't believe it, she looked at Lu Zexiao in surprise, and he immediately explained.

Lu Zexiao pointed at his aunt, "She made this before coming here. I heard her tell it before, so I asked her to bring all the Mala Tang stalls here. Is that okay?"

Kazemi covered her mouth, in disbelief.

What kind of operation is this? Lu Zexiao can get a Malatang stall at home if he wants to eat Malatang.

It's not difficult to get a Mala Tang stall at home, the point is that he actually agreed to do it.

He is not used to the taste of roadside snacks. Although it is a house he doesn't live in often, it is still his home. How...

Fengjian was so excited beyond words, her eyes twinkled and hugged Lu Zexiao.

"I invite you to eat now."

Feng Jian was crying when he said this, Lu Zexiao never thought that such a small thing would make her cry.

Seeing her crying, Lu Zexiao hurriedly coaxed her, "Don't cry, aren't you hungry? It's just a Mala Tang, if I can't satisfy you, what more can I give you?"

Feng Jian was so moved, her tears wet Lu Zexiao's clothes, and it was the aunt who coaxed Feng Jian to stop.

The smell of Mala Tang wafted all over the room, and the aunt also brought a stool from the stall to Kazami and Lu Zexiao, which made it feel like a roadside stall.

"Take what you want to eat yourself, tell me if there is nothing in it, and I will cook it in."

Auntie greeted, Kazami nodded forcefully, "Well, thank you for your hard work."

"It's okay, Mr. Lu said that you just want to eat this. It's so simple. I've been doing this for more than ten years."

Fengjian happily took a few sticks of Malatang and put them in a bowl, and when she ate a super delicious meatball, she picked it up and brought it to Lu Zexiao's mouth.

"Try it, this is delicious."

Lu Zexiao resisted instinctively, and Feng Jian insisted on holding up the chopsticks, so he could only eat obediently.

Kazami looked at him expectantly, "Is it delicious?"

Lu Zexiao didn't have any standards for this kind of food. He didn't know if it was delicious, because he had hardly eaten it.

He could only smile and nod along with Fengjian's expectation.