Princess Against the World

"Just wait here. Anyway, nine times out of ten, when they show up again, your master will be walking out!"

"Just brag!" Zhuang Dashang glared: "Then Miss Ling is a fairy? She said she can heal people's legs, can she be cured?"

Feng Chenglin rolled his eyes: "Look at what you said, are you cursing your master?"

"you……"

Cheng Xue glared at him fiercely: "Shut up!!"

This crow's mouth! !

Such things must be said in kind words.

He is good and only talks in a depressing way.

Zhuang Dashang also realized that what he said was a bit too much, and slapped himself quickly: "Bah, bah, bah, I didn't mean that... I meant that the master's leg will definitely get better..."

"Okay, stop talking!!"

Cheng Xue felt impatient in her heart and glared at him coldly.

"My master is auspicious, he will be fine, he will be alright!"

The corners of Zhuang Dashang's mouth twitched, and he wanted to say something, but finally shut up.

The maid quickly brought noodles and porridge, as well as side dishes to go with the meal.

Feng Chenglin ate happily, the noodles slurping loudly, and there was no image at all.

While Mo You was drinking porridge, he looked at him strangely.

In such an environment, everyone is quite polite, why is he so rude?

Dingmiao exchanged a tacit look with Feng Chenglin, picked up the noodles with a smile, and ate them gracefully without making any noise.

Compared with him, Feng Chenglin is just a big guy who picks his feet and is annoying to look at.

Not only Zhuang Dashang, but also Cheng Xue's eyes also had a slightly strange look.

"It's delicious... it's delicious... Well, Mr. You, your noodles are so delicious... I've eaten from so many places, but I've never had such delicious noodles!"

Mo You had only eaten five bites of the porridge, and Feng Chenglin had already finished a large bowl of Hulu Lu's porridge.

"Come here, two more bowls... By the way, don't forget to give me two heads of garlic..."

Fortunately, the kitchen made more than just two bowls of noodles.

Not long after, two more bowls of noodles were served.

This time, he held his face straight and squatted directly on the chair.

"Dingmiao, you don't know that those days when we were eating at Zhou's house really made me depressed... You can't make any noise while eating, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, like you are now, no matter what you do, you have to put on airs, and... Yes, I still have to take a shower every day... You don't know, but I always take a shower once every half a year. I have to take a shower every day, and my old skin has been rubbed all the way to the point of baldness..."

Dingmiao and Moyou both behaved like a meal.

"Also, I have to wear shoes when I have nothing to do. It's not like when we were together before. I could just keep my feet bare whenever I wanted. It was so comfortable..."

Speaking of slippers, he actually took off his shoes.

Dingmiao and Mo You put down their chopsticks and spoons at the same time and looked at each other.

With such disgusting words and rude actions, even a god might not be able to stomach it.

Feng Chenglin didn't seem to know it, picked up the noodles, ate them with a big gulp, and took a bite of garlic.

Instantly, the pungent smell rushed out.

"Well... I'm full, let's go out for a walk..."

Mo You couldn't sit still at first and stood up.

Dingmiao then stood up: "I've eaten a bit too much, I..."

"belch……"

There was a loud burp.

In the hall, some strange smells also spread.

Dingmiao didn't say any polite words behind him, and dragged Mo You around quickly from one side.