Nether King's Genius Wife

Things are those things, which are no different from other people. Mu Yundi stirred the porridge with a spoon. Suddenly, the hand stirring the porridge stopped a little

She would not have smelled it if it had not been for her sense of smell, which was different from that of the past. It's not like a bowl of fresh porridge.

She didn't mean that this bowl of porridge can't be eaten. It's just that this bowl of porridge is not fresh today. It's either the one left yesterday or the one two days ago.

I just don't know how it was preserved.

There is no difference between fresh congee and congee that has been put for two or three days.

Even, there are some other colors on the porridge The color Mu Yun's eyes moved to the side of the dish, if she is not wrong, this little bit of color inside the porridge. But it's a little bit similar to the condiments of small dishes.

or not, as like as two peas!

This bowl of porridge Mu Yun gave a sneer and put the spoon down. She had no interest in eating other people's saliva.

No matter what the porridge is, Mu Yundi picks up the steamed bread in the dish again. It seems that there is nothing wrong with the steamed bread, but as soon as Mu Yunji starts, he finds out the problem.

How hard is the steamed bread!

Looking at the intact, white and tender, she pinched it hard, but she couldn't even flatten it Is this steamed bread or stone?

Just steamed out of the steamed bread is not like this ah, only put a long time of steamed bread, will be hard, and is more and more hard! If you break it off a little bit, it will turn into foam.

Mu Yun will hand the steamed bread back to the plate, the rest of the dish, she even do not want to see, she is afraid to affect their own appetite!

"Eat quickly, don't you urge for it? Here you are. Why don't you eat it? " The temple maid who brought up the porridge stood on one side, staring at Mu Yun with cold eyes, urging her.

Mu Yun raised his head and looked at the maid in the temple, and he said, "these are left for you to eat by yourself."

"Don't you eat?" The temple maid doesn't care if Mu Yun can see something. No, it should be said that as long as he is not blind, she can see it, but what if she does?

This canteen, but her territory!

"If you don't eat, don't forget the rules of the temple. If you have leftovers, you will be fined ten times." No, it's as like as two peas. She will make ten identical things for mu Yun. She will die of sickness.

The viciousness in the temple maid's eyes did not escape Mu Yun's eyes. She was really strange. Did she have any crime against this old woman? Do you need to rush up to her in such a hurry?

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

In this way, she immediately pleased the temple maid, looked at Mu Yun's voice and raised some, "you're right. Now, you can either eat the food in the bowl for me, or you'll wait for the penalty to eat such Dingxi!"

At this time, all the candidates who should have breakfast had finished eating and left. There were only two or three Temple maidens cleaning the table in the whole dining hall. The only candidate for saint was Mu Yundi.