Chapter 129

Is there the word hungry in his dictionary?

"Are you hungry?" duanmuya frowned and said to him suddenly, "you can't eat?"

Gong Yulan stopped looking at the beginning and said nothing.

"Alas! Elder brother, can you open your mouth more?" duanmuya looked at him like this. Suddenly, she couldn't breathe. She couldn't help sighing. She sat down on the stool on one side and stretched out her hand to pull his sleeve. "Why is it so difficult for you to say a word?"

Gong Yulan looked down at her. She pulled his hand. If the corner of her mouth seemed to bend, "I'm not your big brother."

"Isn't that the point?"

When she asked him to speak, she didn't speak, but she said some irrelevant topics. Duanmu yawang was very angry. She glanced at his side face and found that his side face seemed to soften down.

It's no longer cold.

He was so good-looking that people and gods were angry. Now his face was a little soft and gentle. The whole person seemed to bring a layer of warm light. Duanmu looked at him and his heart jumped a few times.

There is a feeling of palpitation.

She was stunned and looked away.

She thought of his soft face. She thought he was happy because he talked about food. Her mood became better. She asked him, "what do you want to eat? I'll let someone do it."

Gong Yulan frowned and said, "let someone do it?"

Duanmu yawang also frowned: "don't let people do it, am I going?" she ran back and forth for a long time today, and she was tired. She wanted to have a rest, but she was disturbed by them.

Of course, it's not that she doesn't want to do it. It's just that there are still people in the kitchen. Why don't you let the people in the kitchen do it? Why bother?

You know, the food cooked by the chef of Prince Zhongyong's residence actually suits her appetite. She thinks others cook better than her.

What's wrong with him?

Gong yulanzhi seemed to be unhappy. Purple eyes looked at her like ice cream. His thin lips were tight. He flashed, went directly to the bedside and lay down on Duanmu yawang's bed.

Duanmuya looked at a man who lifted her quilt and covered her body. His brain hurt red. He rubbed his forehead and sighed and said, "well, I'll do it for you. What do you want to eat?"

In fact, there is nothing difficult for her to cook a meal.

Think about it carefully. Gong yulanzhi has actually helped her a lot.

It was like showing her Lingxian Jue. I helped her at the gate of Lingyue Pavilion, took her out of the palace, took her to practice, guided her to practice, and spent a few days looking for a spiritual fruit, and then gave her strength.

Although he had to dig her eyes and occupy her room before, he actually helped her more.

He is rarely hungry. He just wants to eat a meal. What can she do for him?

After hearing Duanmu yawang's words, Gong Yulan suddenly sat up from the bed and looked down. His beautiful eyelashes trembled, as if he were thinking.

Duanmuya saw him and didn't quarrel with him. She got up from the stool and went back to the bed to put on her shoes.

Seeing her coming, Gong Yulan stopped thinking and raised his purple eyes to see her shoes.

"What do you think I do?" Duanmu yawang was not angry. "It should be dark in less than an hour. Tell me what you want to eat. It takes time to cook. I can't occupy the kitchen for too long."

Gongyulan stopped talking and hung his head as if he began to think again.

"Don't know what to eat? Don't know what kind of dishes?" duanmuya looked at him and probably understood: "then I'll decide casually. Anyway, it's almost evening. Grandpa is out tonight and we'll eat together."

Gong Yulan stopped purple eyes from moving.

After listening to the Sutra, Duanmu yawang wanted to cook, swallowed the foam, looked at her expectantly, "xiaoyawang, I want to eat too."

As soon as he finished, Gong Yulan glanced at him.

At a glance, the Buddhist scriptures were cold and their legs softened in an instant.

"What are you doing sitting on the ground?" Duanmu yawang turned to look at him when he heard that the Sanskrit Scripture said he wanted to eat, but he sat on the ground and said angrily, "how much do you want to eat? It's the same as last time?"

The Sanskrit Sutra covered his face with a wide sleeve. He didn't dare to see his master and didn't answer.

"Land father-in-law?" Duanmu Ya looked and frowned. "Do you say it or not?"

"I, I won't eat." the Sanskrit, covering his face with his sleeve, cried.

He didn't understand. Didn't he just say that he also wanted to eat? Why did his master think of him like this?

Duanmu yawang didn't bother to pay attention to him. He turned and asked Gong yulanzhi, "by the way, how much do you want to eat? Is it similar to the Sanskrit Sutra?"

Gong Yulan looked at the Sutra and at her again. He pursed his lips and didn't answer. He turned his head and lay in bed again.

Why are you angry again?

Duanmu yawang is really going crazy. Well, how did she provoke him again?

Lying in the source of Linghu lake, the little white deer watched the whole process, closed his eyes and carefully looked at Duanmu Ya's heart and whispered, "master, I think he was unhappy because you asked him how much the Sanskrit Sutra ate first and then asked him."

Duanmu yawang was not angry and thought it impossible: "this little thing, as for?"

The little white deer rubbed his chin and looked like a famous detective Conan. "I think it's very possible."

"Go, don't make trouble." Duanmu yawang was angry. "You stay and go to sleep, or Gong Yulan will carry you out again when he knows you're awake."

As soon as the little white deer heard it, he didn't dare to speak at once.

Duanmu yawang looked at Gong Yulan and just looked at the Sanskrit Sutra. He simply didn't bother to pay attention to their masters and servants. He turned and was about to go out of the door, but the Sanskrit Sutra remembered something and hurriedly said, "xiaoyawang, wait!"

"What's the matter?" duanmuya looked and paused.

"I'll go too!" the Brahma Sutra said, "the Lord is not used to low-grade food. Before you do it, I'll use Xianlu to dispel the messy smell of low-grade food."

Duanmu Ya glanced at Gong Yulan and sighed, "well, OK."

So Duanmu yawang and Sanskrit went to the kitchen.

As soon as Duanmu yawang and the Brahma Sutra came to the kitchen, the people in the kitchen felt very strange. They were even more surprised when Duanmu yawang said he wanted to cook by himself. When the chef in charge of the kitchen saw Duanmu yawang, he wanted to show Duanmu yawang himself and please her. Duanmu yawang refused and drove everyone out of the kitchen.

"In other words, how much does your master have to eat?" Duanmu yawang still couldn't help asking a Sanskrit Sutra.

"I really don't know that." the Brahman scratched his head. "I haven't seen him eat."

"Alas!" duanmuya looked at all kinds of ingredients and sighed, "I'd better do it by estimation."