"Little master, when will your mother come back?" Ji Wuya is holding a hip flask, drunk and dimly, with a beautiful face that is slightly flushed, and it is more charming than a woman, if it is not for the convex throat At first, others really thought it was beauty drunk. "Although the food in the palace is very good, it is still a bit worse than your mother's."

"I don't know either." Luo Xiaoman shrugged and said helplessly: "The two of them have gone to travel, and they don't know how long they will go."

Ji Wuya pouted and looked disappointed.

"Elder Ji, it seems that the food in our palace can't satisfy you." Zhu Yingtian tilted his eyes and Ji Wuya said coldly: "Then, the next few dishes, don't serve it!"

"There is still food?" Ji Wuya's eyes lit up, and his spirit immediately came. "Hey, the emperor, I am not seeing things and thinking about people. When I see food, I miss the little master's mother, and I don't know if the two of them will be in danger."

"Elder Ji, you can't go back." Zhu Yingtian said solemnly: "I have asked people to withdraw the food."

"The emperor, can't I make a mistake?" Ji Wuya wanted to cry without tears. "The food in the palace is the best! Of course, except for the little man."

The last sentence is a whisper, a lot of guilty conscience!

"Hahaha, Elder Ji, you have no bottom line for food!"

"Yes, yes! Who would have thought that Zhu Yanguo's hero was such a foodie, he might make his admirers cry to death!"

"Speaking of food, there is more than Elder Ji here!"

Suddenly, everyone looked at a round little guy next to him, who was surprisingly Xiaolong.

"Hey, what are you doing looking at others?" Xiaolong gnawed on the big pig's feet and blinked the mung bean eyes, and said gruffly: "Although they are cute, they will be shy when you look at them like this. ."

Everyone rolled their eyes, you are not shy, you are just being cute! !

At this time, Zhi Wu was eating a chicken leg, and when he saw Xiaolong being watched, he immediately slowed down and ate in small bites.

"Oh! Zhi Wu, you just ate so vigorously, how could this become so gentle?" Luo Qinghen noticed his changes and immediately teased.

"Qinghen, you must be wrong! I have always been so gentle, okay?"

"Yes, you've been gentle... blame!" Luo Qinghen rolled his eyes, grabbed a big chicken leg, took a bite, and said: "You have to eat meat to get energized."

Zhi Wu pursed his lips, he also thought, but he didn't want to be the target of everyone's attention.

He has been embarrassed before, but he doesn't want to be embarrassed anymore. Anyway, he still needs a little bit of his face.

"That's right!" Suddenly, Luo Qinghen reacted and picked up a piece of chicken leg and put it into the bowl of Luo Qingyi next to it. "Big brother, you just lost a lot of money, so you have to make up for it."

Luo Qingyi glanced at this big chicken leg, then at the greasy Luo Qinghen, shook his head with a wry smile, and said: "Except for this gray hair that can't be recovered, the other injuries are already seven. Seven or eight."

With that, he picked up this chicken leg and put it in Luo Xiaoman's bowl.

However, when he saw Luo Xiaoman's bowl, the corners of his mouth twitched, but he saw Zhu Yingtian and Ye Canglan, constantly putting vegetables into her bowl.