Chapter 934

Two people so big eyes stare small eyes of looking at, to the end or shangguanhuang didn't restrain, opening a way: "isn't hungry?"? No? "

Shangguan Huang has some helplessness. Just now he says that he is hungry. The person who wants to eat is Murong Sheng.

Now sitting on the bed, some sleepy eyes are murongsheng.

Hungry also don't hurry to take things to fill the stomach, so silly looking at what to do?

Shangguanhuang hands the bowl to murongsheng: "eat it, just made it."

However, murongsheng just quietly looked at shangguanhuang, did not want to take over the idea, quietly frowned, looking at the bowl filled with strange things: "what is this thing?"

It's strange. I can't see what it is at all.

Is the craftsmanship of the cooks in the ghost King's house so strange and the things they make so strange?

Some are yellow and some are white. It's porridge, but it doesn't look like porridge at all. It's dry. It's like rice.

But if it's rice and there's no food to eat, can't she just eat rice instead of food?

Shangguanhuang didn't ignore murongsheng's look of disgust in his eyes. He didn't know what expression to use on his face: "white porridge, eat it."

"Well???"

Murongsheng's eyes suddenly widened in surprise. He carefully looked at the strange things in the bowl. He didn't see what porridge was for a long time. He raised his head and frowned at shangguanhuang: "is this white porridge?"

Did you bully her and never see porridge? Talking nonsense in front of her?

If this is really porridge, it is not white porridge, it should be called yellow porridge! This messy, yellow look at people have no appetite at all things, can be called porridge?

Have you ever bullied her before?!

"I'm sick, but it's not my brain or my eyes that I'm sick, it's my shoulders!" Murongsheng doubted shangguanhuang's intelligence. "Do you feel that my eyes have problems and can't see what porridge is?"

"Look at the contents of this bowl. It's not like porridge!"

Thick, yellow.

When murongsheng said this, shangguanhuang's face became a little embarrassed: "it's just that he hasn't done it for a long time, some of his hands are just..."

"Handmade?"

Murongsheng's brow frowned: "can your cooks cook by hand every day? Is cooking a part-time job? Do you go to kill and set fire on weekdays? Only when you have nothing to do, can you make a fire and make a meal? "

Otherwise, what do you want to tell her?

She has never met a cook who squats in the kitchen every day, and can make things by hand.

Isn't that cheating?

As soon as shangguanhuang heard it, he knew that murongsheng was wrong. His face turned a little black and became more embarrassed: "it's not made by the cook."

"What?"

Murongsheng was even more shocked. The grand ghost palace can't have a cook?!

"It's not the cook. Who did it?"

No, there isn't even a cook in the palace. What do you usually eat and drink? It's too frugal, isn't it?!

Is it difficult that the people in black make the usual food and drink? Shangguanhuang is a real thing. I don't pick it at all.

I've heard that there are no servants, but I've never seen a family without cooks!