Destiny Little Crazy Concubine

Chapter 142 The Dungeon ([-])

"You can do whatever you want." The old man Hei Zi settled down and continued to concentrate on playing chess.

"Grandpa, let me go to the kitchen and have a look."

"Well, there are still some koi in the lake." Feng Qingyan, who had just walked to the door and was about to open the door to go out, heard the old man say such a sentence lightly.

Feng Qingyan's eyebrows twitched, and then she smiled knowingly, hehe, it turns out that grandpa knows everything.

I went to the small kitchen for a while, and today there are spring bamboo shoots, which are said to be shipped from the south. , with Tweety and two cooks helping, dinner will be ready soon.Braised carp made of koi raised in Lingquan, stir-fried spring bamboo shoots and meat slices, a total of three dishes.When steaming the rice, Feng Qingyan secretly added a little spirit spring water, the aroma of the rice was overflowing when it came out of the pot, it was no worse than spirit rice at all.

When the food was served, the chess game between the two just ended with the old man's victory.

"Let's go, let's eat. The food made by the little girl smells delicious!" Feng Xiaotian threw the remaining chess pieces into the chess box, got up and came to the table.

"Grandpa, I don't have any preparations. I just cooked three dishes. Don't be disgusted." Feng Qingyan helped the old man to sit down and introduced the dishes.

The old man waved his hands, moved his nose, nodded and said, "Well, not bad, not bad."

For a meal, Feng Xiaotian ate to his heart's content, while Feng Qingyan ate absent-mindedly.

After finally finishing his meal, the old man began to drink tea leisurely.

"Grandpa—" Feng Qingyan couldn't help reminding.

"They didn't make things difficult for you?" The old man glanced at his granddaughter and put down his teacup.

"No, I'm just going to help out." Feng Qingyan shook her head.

"You are a child, how can you help?"

"Save people." Feng Qingyan saw her grandpa's inquisitive look, so she had no choice but to reveal it roughly.

"Who?" The old man continued to ask, still unwilling to give up.

"I can't say." Feng Qingyan shook her head.

"Can't say?" The old man raised his eyebrows, and the old god sipped his tea on the ground.

"Grandpa, don't ask, it's really nothing!" Feng Qingyan frowned and begged.

"Come on, go find Lao Chen and take you to the dungeon to lead him." Seeing that he couldn't ask anything, the old man finally let go.

As if she had received an amnesty, Feng Qingyan quickly left the room and went to find Chen Ting.

"Father, Yanyan is a child with ideas, why make things difficult for her." After Feng Qingyan left, Feng Heng persuaded.

"Hey! From what you said, the owner of the Xingchen Tower went to save Yanyan alone, maybe he had some idea!" The old man sighed faintly.

"Yan Yan is only eight years old, and she is still a child, and the landlord is only a teenager, what can she think!" Feng Heng expressed his disapproval of the old man's idea.

"This time, Young Master Yue came to invite Yan Yan overnight, and kept it very secret. It must be an important person who was hurt. I guess it is very likely that the landlord."

"What does dad mean—?"

"Since he saved his life, the Xingchen Tower owes us a favor. If the landlord covets our beauty, he can just use this favor to pay back."

"Father is right. With Yanyan's status, there is probably no man on this continent who can match her..."

Feng Hengzheng sighed in his heart, and was shocked when the old man slapped the table, thinking that the old man was going to say something important.In the end, Feng Xiaotian said bitterly: "Oh, the little girl's cooking skills, I don't know which brat will be cheaper in the future!"

Feng Heng: "..."

(End of this chapter)