The little Jiaojiao in the general's arms is a master of metaphysics

Chapter 60 There is such a good thing

Fu Ling: "..."

Not a single word of Xie Cheng's words is credible.

He raised his hand and pressed the center of his eyebrows, and said in a sudden silence, "Can you adjust your position?"

Xie Cheng: "?"

Xie Cheng was about to speak when he heard someone knocking on the door.

She was a neatly dressed maid. She was standing by the open door with a big food box in her hand.

Fu Ling looked back, with joy on his face, and said, "That's Ah Chu next to Miss Jiang!"

After that, regardless of what Xie Cheng meant, he waved directly to A Chu, "A Chu, come in quickly, come in!"

Eleven was also a little surprised. It was Miss Jiang’s people who brought food!
Very good!
The general didn't eat much all day today, but he could eat some.

A Chu walked in from the outside with a food box on his shoulder. After bowing to Xie Cheng and Fu Ling in a polite manner, he put the food box down and took out the contents while saying, "Three cups of soup, General, Mr. Fu and Lord Eleven each have a cup."

Eleven opened his eyes slightly, a little dazed, he, he also?

As if he understood what Eleven was thinking, Achu took out the contents of the food box and said, "The girl said that Eleven seemed to like fish soup, so she also prepared some for Eleven. Cup, let the adults have a taste."

Eleven looked at the soup pot, a faint fragrance permeated from the air holes, and the taste was very catchy.

The tips of his ears were a little red.

Kind of embarrassed.

But still very spineless want to eat.

Xie Cheng: "?"

Fu Ling: "?"

Fu Ling stared at Ah Chu, didn't your girl see that I really like her dim sum?
How come it can only be seen that Eleven likes to drink soup, but it can't be seen that I like to eat dim sum?
I am not satisfied!
Achu didn't look at them too much. He took out all the other food in the food box and said, "The girl said she didn't know what the general liked to eat or what his taboos were, so she just made some casually. If the general likes it, she will You can cook more when cooking and have every meal delivered.”

Xie Cheng even wondered if he was hallucinating.

And such a good thing?
Can we eat what she cooks in the future?

Fu Ling: "???" What about me?And me?

Ah Chu closed the lid of the food box, raised his eyes and asked, "What taboos does the general have?"

Xie Cheng pursed his lips: "No."

A Chu nodded, "Those of you, please have your meal first, I'll take my leave."

Fu Ling: "???"

He sat on the side powerlessly, watched Ah Chu go out, and then pulled the corner of his mouth lightly, feeling wronged, very wronged.

Eleven had already set up a small table and placed soup cups and other food in front of Xie Cheng.

Then he took the small bowl, lifted the lid of the soup pot, looked at the steaming fish soup, pursed his lips silently, and gave Xie Chengcheng a small bowl.

Xie Cheng didn't even look at Fu Ling, picked up the spoon with downcast eyes, took a sip slowly, his eyebrows moved slightly, and he lowered his head to speed up.

There are also several pieces of golden fried pancakes on the side, which seem to have fillings inside.

Xie Cheng took a piece and took a bite. It was a thousand-layer cake with diced meat inside. The gravy and oil overflowed into his mouth. It was so delicious that the tip of his tongue jumped.

The taste was so enticing that Fu Ling was neither melancholy nor sad. He immediately cheered up and opened the lid of the soup pot. Self-sufficient, he filled a big bowl full for himself, blew on it and drank it.

　Fu Ling: The clown is actually me!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)