Beautiful concubine: cold king's genius concubine

Things are those things, which are no different from others. Mu Yun stirred the porridge with a spoon. Suddenly, the hand stirring the porridge paused slightly

If her smell had not been different from that of the past, or even beyond ordinary people, she would not have smelled it at all. It doesn't taste like a bowl of fresh porridge.

She doesn't mean that this bowl of porridge can't be eaten, but it's really not fresh today. It's either left over from yesterday or two days ago.

I just don't know how it was saved.

Is there any difference between fresh porridge and porridge that has been put for two or three days? Naturally, there are still some.

Even, there was a little bit of other color on the white porridge... What color... Mu Yun's eyes moved to the side dishes. If she was right, the little color in the white porridge. But it is a little similar to the seasoning of side dishes.

Or should not say as like as two peas!

This bowl of white porridge... Mu Yun sneered and put down the spoon. She was not interested in eating other people's saliva.

Leaving the white porridge, Muyun picked up the steamed bread on the plate again. There seemed to be nothing wrong with the steamed bread, but Muyun found the problem as soon as she started.

How hard the steamed bread is!

Looking intact, white and tender, she squeezed it hard, but she couldn't squeeze it flat. Oh... Is this steamed bread or stone?

The steamed bread just steamed is not like this. Only the steamed bread that has been put for a long time will be hard, and it will be harder and harder! If you break it off a little, it will turn into foam.

Muyun threw the steamed bread back into the plate. She didn't even want to see the rest of the dish. She was afraid of affecting her appetite!

"Hurry to eat, don't you want it? Here you are, why don't you eat it?" the temple maid who brought the porridge stood aside, staring at Mu Yunyu coldly and urging her.

Muyun looked up at the temple maid and said, "you'd better keep these for yourself."

"Don't eat?!" the temple maid doesn't care if Mu Yunlu sees anything. No, she should see it as long as she's not blind, but what if she sees it?

This canteen is her territory!

"You can't as like as two peas, you can't forget the rules of the temple," she said. "If you have leftovers, you'll eat ten times!" and she will not give them any food. When she comes to the bait, she will make ten identical things for her. She will not die. She will also disgusting her.

The evil flashed in the eyes of the temple maid can't escape Mu Yunlu's eyes. She's really strange. Does she have a crime against the old woman? Do you need to rush up to trouble her?

"Oh, so I have to eat these to get to the gate of the canteen today?" Mu Yun's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, which was obviously very difficult.

In this way, she instantly pleased the temple maid, and looked at Mu Yun's tone of voice and raised a little, "you're right. Now, you can either eat the things in the bowl for me, or you'll wait for such a punishment!"

At this time, all the saint candidates who should eat breakfast have finished eating and gone. In the whole canteen, only two or three Temple maids are cleaning the table. The only Saint candidate is mu Yunlu.