Chapter 108

Gong Yulan just pursed her lips and still looked at the little white deer coldly.

The little white deer shrunk his head, blinked pitifully and looked at Duanmu ya, "master..."

Duanmu yawang was not angry. For the sake of Gong Yulan's helping her once, he patted the little white deer's ass, "are you going back to the source of Linghu lake or getting out of bed now?"

Without saying a word, the little white deer went straight back to the source of Linghu lake.

After he went back, he immediately ran to his little bed to sleep. Because he felt that Gong yulanzhi didn't like it to be close to Duanmu yawang, so he didn't like it very much. If he knew that it was awake, he could pull her out and throw her away at any time.

The little white deer ran away, and Gong yulanzhi's face looked better.

At this time, Duanmu yawang's stomach suddenly growled.

The room was very quiet, and Duanmu yawang's belly cry was also very clear.

"Ah, what time is it now?" Duanmu yawang was a little embarrassed. He coughed and looked out. He found that it was already dark outside. I don't know when the room lit a golden beam

Sanskrit: "it's almost midnight."

"So late?" Duanmu yawang was surprised. "I slept so long?"

"Or do you think?" the Sutra glanced at her like a pig and said, "my master and I didn't rest for several days, but we woke up after sleeping for two or three hours, but you slept for four or five hours."

"Can you blame me?" Duanmu yawang felt the tip of his nose and said angrily, "who knows that the effect of the spirit building fruit will be so terrible that I can't stand eating one?"

"It's not that your physical quality is poor!" the Buddhist Scripture hummed, "if it's an old man, I can eat it, even if it's high-level, there's no problem!"

Duanmuya looked at him with both hands holding his chest and picking his eyelids. "Land father-in-law, how old are you?" at his age, has he eaten more salt than she has eaten?

I don't know what the Sutra thought. He turned away his face and stopped talking.

Duanmu yawang kicked Gong Yulan, "I'm going to get out of bed, and you should get up. If you really want to sleep, please go back to your own room."

Gong Yulan glanced at her and didn't move.

I dare say he's still holding on?

Duanmu yawang's patience is limited. "I'll give it back to you, but don't kick my nose and face!" he has occupied her room before. Do you still want to occupy her second room?

Gong Yulan stopped his cold face and pursed his lips.

Duanmu yawang was angry and was about to speak, but her stomach growled again.

She was so hungry that she couldn't bear it. She had to turn over and get out of bed and plan to find food. However, when she saw the empty desktop, she didn't know what she thought. Ah, she slapped her head and asked the Buddhist Scripture: "father-in-law of the land, has housekeeper Liu ever been here?"

"I've been here."

"And then? What did he say?"

"I asked if you got up. Would you like to have dinner with King Zhongyong?"

Duanmu yawang picked his hair and stared at the Buddhist sutra and Gong Yulan: "then?"

The Sutra yawned, "then I left!"

Duanmu Ya looked at him with a sigh of relief. "He didn't open the door to see? You didn't open your mouth, did you?"

"Of course not," the Brahman glanced at her.

Duanmu yawang thought it strange that housekeeper Liu left like this, but her hanging heart finally came down. She was really afraid that housekeeper Liu knew that she was sleeping in the same bed with Gong Yulan. Then she couldn't wash it even if she jumped into the Yellow River.

"I'm going to the kitchen to see what to eat." Duanmu yawang tidied up his clothes and shoes, and asked the Buddhist Scripture with his side eyes, "do you want to eat?"

The sutra was sleepy again. When he heard the speech, his yawning hand stopped and his eyes brightened, "OK, little old man, I'll go to the kitchen to see what I have to eat."

Then, without waiting for Duanmu yawang to answer, they grabbed her clothes and moved, and they went to the kitchen.

After all, it was midnight. There was no one in the kitchen for a long time, but there was no cooked food left.

In other words, you need to do it yourself.

Duanmu yawang had a headache when he thought of cooking by himself. While searching in the kitchen, he touched his chin and asked the Buddhist Scripture: "how long haven't you eaten? How much do you need to eat?"

"It's been more than half a month." the Buddhist Scripture touched his stomach. "At least you have to eat as much as last time."

"I knew it would be like this." duanmuya looked at the dishes that had been swept away by the two of them, sighed, and knew that this meal would not be simple.

However, it was the kitchen of Prince Zhongyong's residence. Although there was no cooked food, there were a lot of ingredients left on that day.

Duanmuya looked left and right, found a lot of things, then looked at a lot of cleaned ingredients, looked for cooking tools in the kitchen, and then touched her chin to think about how to make the best food as soon as possible.

The Buddhist Scripture looked at her motionless and doubted, "Xiaoya Wang, can you really cook?"

Duanmuya glanced at him, didn't bother to pay attention to him, quickly matched the ingredients, and began to cook.

In the kitchen of Prince Zhongyong's residence, there are several large and small pots, as well as several steamers and stewers. Duanmuya looked at these pots and stoves and decided to use them all at the same time.

When she thought of the amount of food in the Sutra, she made everything double, so she steamed two fat fish, stewed two cups of tonic soup, stewed two wooden bucket chickens and two Dongbo elbows.

These dishes are almost the kind that can be thrown into the pot without any technical treatment. The Vatican Sutra is making a fire. It's even more suspicious to see her like this.

However, he knows how to eat and doesn't understand these. Therefore, he doesn't dare to rashly question Duanmu yawang.

It was not until Duanmu yawang finished processing the meat, the Wizards cut the meat and began to stir fry. When the Vatican Sutra smelled the fragrance and swallowed the foam, he knew that Duanmu yawang actually knew how to cook.

Duanmu yawang spent about half an hour on this meal.

Half an hour later, Duanmu yawang's table was full of dishes.

The Brahma Sutra and Duanmu yawang were already hungry. They were almost ready to eat a chicken and a fish. At this time, Gong yulanzhi, who had been lying motionless in bed, came to the two and frowned at the table.

Duanmu yawang ignored him and ate chicken legs happily.

Gong Yulan turned his cold eyes to the Sanskrit Sutra.

The Sutra only felt that the scalp was numb, and just wanted to eat stopped, "master, what's the matter?"