Gong Yulan pursed his lips and said nothing, still looking at Xiao Bailu coldly.

Little Bailu shrank his head, blinking pitifully, looking at Duan Muya, "Master..."

Duanmu Yawang was out of anger, so she patted Xiao Bailu's buttocks for Gong Yulan's help once, "Are you going back to the source of Linghu, or are you going to get out of bed now?"

Little Bailu went back to the source of Linghu without saying a word.

After he went back, he immediately ran to his own crib and fell asleep, because he felt that Gong Yulan didn't like it being close to Duanmu Yawang, so he looked at him very unpleasantly, if he knew that he was awake Now, he can pull her out of it and throw it away at any time.

The little white deer ran away, and Gong Yulanzhi's expression looked a little better now.

At this time, Duanmu Yawang's stomach suddenly screamed.

The room is very quiet, and Duanmu Yawang's belly call is also very clear.

"Ah, what time is it now?" Duanmu Yawang was a little embarrassed, coughed lightly, and looked outside, only to find that the outside was already pitch black, and the room was lit up with golden light beams at some point...

Brahma Sutra: "It's almost midnight."

"It's so late?" Duanmu Yawang was a little surprised, "I slept for so long?"

"Otherwise, do you think?" The Brahma Sutra glanced at her like a pig, and said: "My master and I haven't rested for several days, but we wake up after two or three hours of sleep, but when you sleep, it turns out to be four or five. Hours."

"Can this be blamed on me?" Duanmu Ya looked at the tip of her nose, and said angrily: "Who knows that the effect of building a spirit fruit is so terrible, I can't stand it if I eat one?"

"It's not that your physical fitness is poor!" The Brahma Sutra hummed: "If it is an old man, I will eat it, even if it is a high-level one, there will be no problem at all!"

Duanmu Yawang put her arms around her chest, raised her eyelids and looked at him, "Daddy Earth, dare you to ask how old are you?" At his age, is the salt he has eaten better than the food she has eaten?

The Brahma Sutra didn't know what he thought of, so he turned aside his face and stopped talking.

Duanmu Yawang kicked Gong Yulanzhi, "I'm going to get out of bed, and you should get up too. If you really want to sleep, please go back to your own room to sleep."

Gong Yulan glanced at her, and didn't move a bit.

Dare to love him and can't leave?

Duanmu Yawang's patience is limited, "I will pay you back for your favor, but don't put your nose on my face!" He already occupied her room before, so he still wants to occupy her second room. Nothing?

Gong Yulan kept his face cold, pursing his lips without saying a word.

Duanmuya looked angry and was about to speak, but her stomach screamed again.

She was so hungry that she couldn't bear it anymore, so she turned over and got out of bed, intending to find food, but when she saw the empty tabletop, she didn't know what she remembered, ah, she slapped her head suddenly and asked hurriedly. Brahma Sutra: "Duke Land, has Mr. Liu ever been here?"

"Come here once."

"What then? What did he say?"

"Just ask if you are up, do you want to have dinner with King Zhongyong."

Duanmu Yawang plucked her hair, staring at the Fanjing and Gong Yulan's eyes tightly: "What about then?"

The Brahma Sutra yawned, "Then I left!"

Duanmu Yawang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "He didn't open the door to see? You didn't speak either, did you?"

"Of course not." The Brahma Sutra glanced at her.

Although Duanmu Yawang felt a little strange that Steward Liu left like this, the hanging heart finally came down. She was really afraid Steward Liu knew that she and Gong Yulan were lying on the same bed to sleep, and then she even jumped in. The Yellow River can't clean it anymore.

"I'm going to the kitchen to see what I can eat." Duanmu Yawang sorted out her clothes and shoes, and asked the Brahma Sutra, "Do you want to eat?"

The Brahma Sutra was sleepy again, his yawning hands stopped, and his eyes lit up, "Okay, old man, I will also go to the kitchen to see what I can eat."

Having said that, without waiting for Duanmu Yawang's answer, he grabbed her by her clothes and moved, and the two went to the kitchen.

After all, it was midnight and there was no one in the kitchen, but there was no cooked food left.

In other words, you need to do it yourself.

Duanmu Yawang felt a headache when he thought of cooking something by hand. While rummaging in the kitchen, he rubbed his chin and asked the Brahma Sutra: "How long have you not eaten? How much do you need to eat?"

"It's been more than half a month." The Buddhist scriptures touched his stomach, "At least I have to eat as much as the last time."

"I knew it would be like this." Duan Mu Yawang remembered the dishes that had been swept away by the two of them before, and sighed, knowing that this meal would not be easy.

However, it was the kitchen of the Zhongyong Palace. Although there was no cooked food, there were a lot of ingredients left on that day.

Duan Muya looked left, turned right, found a lot of things, then looked at a lot of cleaned ingredients, looked for cooking tools in the kitchen, and then touched her chin to wonder how she can best Make the best meals quickly.

The Brahma Sutra looked at her motionless, with some doubts: "Xiao Yawang, do you really know how to cook?"

Duanmu Ya glanced at him, too lazy to pay attention to him, quickly matched the ingredients, and started cooking.

The kitchen of the Zhongyong Palace had several large pots, several small pots, as well as several steam ovens and stew stoves. Duanmu Yawang looked at these pots and stoves and decided to use them all at the same time.

Thinking of the appetite of the Brahma Sutra, everything she did was doubled, so she steamed two fatty fish in one fell swoop, stewed two cups of soup, stewed two wooden barrel chickens, and two Dongbo elbows.

Cooking these few dishes is almost the kind that you just need to throw into the pot, and you don't need any technical processing. The Brahma Sutra is making a fire, and it is even more suspicious to see her appearance.

However, he knows how to eat and doesn't understand this, so he doesn't dare to question Duanmu Yawang rashly.

It wasn't until Duanmu Yawang had processed those few that the wizard cut the meat and started to stir fry. When the Buddhist scriptures smelled the fragrance and swallowed his mouth foam, he didn't realize that Duanmu Yawang actually knew how to cook.

Duanmu Yawang's meal took about half an hour.

Half an hour later, the table in Duanmu Yawang's room was full of dishes.

The Fanjing and Duanmu Yawang were already hungry so that their chests were pressed against their backs. The two of them were almost ready to eat a chicken, a chicken, and a fish. At this time, Gong Yulan, who was originally lying on the bed motionless, stopped coming. When he arrived in front of the two, he frowned and looked at the table of dishes.

Duanmu Yawang ignored him and chewed on his own chicken legs and chewed happily.

Gong Yulan turned his icy eyes to the Brahma Sutra.

The Brahma Sutra only felt that the scalp was numb, and the action of just about to eat stopped, "Master, what's the matter?"