Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 127 Salt does not need money, does it?

Chapter 127 Salt does not need money, does it?

Taking a sip of the wine, Li Mie saw that Fan Qingtian didn't speak, and then said calmly, "Don't you still have a spare dish? Serve it up, and I'll make it up."

After a pause, Li Mie continued, "If you don't want to, this date will fail. Let's continue at another time."

His temples were throbbing, Fan Qingtian knew very well now that Li Mie was clearly against her, he did it on purpose, he had known his intentions a long time ago.

Gritting his teeth secretly, Fan Qingtian said coldly in his heart, "It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge, and Li Mie, you wait for me."

Standing up with no expression on his face, Fan Qingtian immediately went to the kitchen to bring up the dishes he had served before adding more salt.

Looking at the small amount of dishes in front of him, Li Mie had no objection and moved his chopsticks again.

And at this time, Dongfang and Mo Fengyan re-entered the cabin with bitter faces, with their swollen stomachs that could no longer drink water.

Mo Ziyuan's pink and jade-carved face was also in great pain. When he walked into the wooden house, he saw Fan Qingtian sitting at the table, and immediately threw his calf towards Fan Qingtian.

Seeing this, Fan Qingtian held Mo Ziyuan and sat on his lap, rubbed Mo Ziyuan's stomach, and asked, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

With an aggrieved face, Mo Ziyuan hugged the waist that could not hug Quanfan Qingtian, nodded pitifully and said, "Well, I still feel very thirsty."

After a pause, Mo Ziyuan stared at Fan Qingtian's face for a while and asked, "Mother, why is your face swollen?"

With a slight twinkle in his eyes, Fan Qingtian just responded softly, "Yes." He didn't tell Mo Ziyuan what was going on.

Without any polite appearance, Dongfang Yu sat directly in front of Fan Qingtian, although Dongfang Yu was also very curious about how Fan Qingtian made his face so ugly, but compared to asking Fan Qingtian What happened to his face, he wanted to know that the food made by that bastard salted him to death!

Then Dongfang Yu was very upset with Mo Ziyuan's words, "Who the hell made this dish? It's so salty, can this be eaten? It almost killed me. Call, let me ask again how we suddenly appeared here from the trapped bamboo forest."

His complexion sank slightly, Fan Qingtian directly ignored what Dongfang Yu said before, but noticed what Dongfang Yu said behind him, immediately thought of something and immediately asked, "Zhulin, are you here?"

Seeing the change in Fan Qingtian's face, Dongfang Yu immediately stopped his voice, and looked darkly at Mo Ziyuan in Fan Qingtian's arms.

Mo Ziyuan also looked at Fan Qingtian anxiously, fearing that Fan Qingtian would just send him away if he got angry. He said he would not cause trouble for his mother.

Mo Fengyan, who was standing behind Fan Qingtian, didn't dare to speak, and tugged at his sleeve nervously.

Seeing that Dongfang Yu didn't speak, there was no need to ask, Fan Qingtian already knew that they were following, and he was not asking Dongfang Yu, so he looked at Li Mie, who was eating elegantly, with a light flashing in his eyes.

It seems that part of me misunderstood him, and it wasn't Li Mie who directly got them out of the post house. He sighed helplessly in his heart, but Fan Qingtian didn't mean to apologize to Li Mie. It's evened out.

Dongfang Yu heaved a sigh of relief when Fan Qingtian did not open his mouth to ask questions.

Once a person relaxes, he will get carried away again. Dongfang Yu hiccupped, touched his stomach, and asked in discomfort, "Fan Qing, you call the chef for me first, I want to ask him, this salt Don’t you want money, you want to salt me ​​to death?”

Inadvertently, Dongfang Yu noticed that Li Mie was eating what they 'ate' just now, and immediately shouted at Li Mie in surprise, "Hey, brother, are you dying?"

Li Mie didn't even look at Dongfang Yu, and still ate the dish in front of him gracefully. Of course, this dish was a hundred times more delicious than the one Dongfang Yu ate just now.

Rubbing between his eyebrows, Fan Qingtian said lightly, "I cook the dishes."

Hearing Fan Qingtian's words, Dongfang Yu couldn't help but widen his eyes, and Mo Fengyan and Mo Ziyuan also looked very surprised.

How can one imagine a scene where an emperor cooks and cooks, how can an emperor cook and cook in person, I'm afraid it will only make people horrified.

But there are only Fan Qingtian and Li Mie here, either Fan Qingtian cooks or Li Mie cooks, look at Li Mie's elegant eating, think about it, it is impossible for Li Mie to cook.

The only cook might be Fan Qingtian. Thinking of Fan Qingtian's cook, Mo Fengyan suddenly felt very lucky. He actually ate the dishes cooked by the king himself. Although it was very salty, it made him feel An unspeakable excitement.

However, when Mo Fengyan saw that Li Mie was taking care of the food in front of him, Mo Fengyan was also very disappointed in his heart, and it was very unpleasant. This meal was made by the king for the master of Pavilion Li , instead of giving him food, he was just enjoying the good food by mistake.

And Mo Ziyuan blinked his bright eyes for a long time, and then he said even more happily, "Ah, I ate the food made by mother, Zi Yuan is so happy, although it is a little salty, but the food made by mother is really delicious." tasty."

Looking at Mo Ziyuan who flattered Fan Qingtian and smiled very sweetly, Dongfang Yu said with contempt, "Hmph, what is delicious, it's so salty, brat, that's not how you say compliments, your horse Fart on the horse's hooves."

After a pause, Dongfang Yu nodded seriously and said, "It turns out that you cooked Fanqing's dishes, so it's no wonder it's not delicious." Hey, what he misses most is the dishes made by Nuya. Absolutely delicious.

"I want you to care, you are old and vulgar, only sister Dabo will like you!" Mo Ziyuan retorted with a displeased face.

Hearing the word "Da Bo", Dongfang Yu's face was filled with embarrassment as if he had eaten a fly, and he was not arguing with Mo Ziyuan anymore.

He was not happy because of Mo Ziyuan's words, nor was he angry at Dongfang Yu's words. There was no wave on Fan Qingtian's calm face, and there was still a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. He gently rubbed Mo Ziyuan's hair, his gaze But he glanced at Li Mie.

And Li Mie was also looking at Fan Qingtian at the same time, the two looked at each other, and a strange electric current flickered in the air.

Frowning slightly, Fan Qingtian looked away unhurriedly.

The corner of Li Mie's mouth curled up into a faint smile, and continued to finish the rest of the dishes.

The atmosphere was only silent for a moment, Dongfang Yu suddenly changed the subject and said, "Hey, Fan Qing, why did we suddenly appear here?"

"It's the credit of Pavilion Master Li Mie, otherwise you'll still be imprisoned in the bamboo forest for a long time." Fan Qingtian answered Dongfang Yu's words in a casual manner, and by the way, put the 'credit' on Li Mie's head .

At the moment, Dongfang Yu stared at Li Mie with wide eyes of hatred and asked, "Then you are the one who trapped us in the bamboo forest!"

Facing Dongfang Yu's questioning, Li Mie lazily cast a glance at Dongfang Yu.

(End of this chapter)

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