Is there the word hungry in his dictionary?

"Are you hungry?" Duanmu Yawang frowned, and suddenly said to him that this was a bit unexpected, "Can't you not eat?"

Gong Yulan stopped at the beginning and said nothing.

"Oh! Brother, can you open more Jinkou?" Duanmu Ya looked at him like this, and suddenly couldn't get angry. He couldn't help but sighed, sat down on a stool on one side, and stretched out his hand. He tugged at his sleeve and said helplessly: "Why is it so difficult for you to say a word?"

Gong Yulan looked down at her hand that was pulling his jacket, and if there was something like nothing at the corner of her mouth, he bends, "I'm not your elder brother."

"This is not the point?"

When he asked him not to speak, he finally spoke, but talked about some irrelevant topics. Duanmu Yawang was very angry. She glanced at his profile and found that his profile seemed to soften.

It's not as cold as before.

He was so good-looking that everyone and gods were angry, but now his face softened a little, and the whole person seemed to have a layer of warm light. Duanmu Ya looked at him, somehow his heart suddenly accelerated a few times.

There is a feeling of heart palpitations.

She was taken aback for a moment, and then looked away.

She thought of his soft face, thinking that he was happy because he was talking about eating, so she felt better, and she asked him: "What do you want to eat, I'll let someone do it."

Gong Yulan frowned and said gloomyly, "Let people do it?"

Duanmu Yawang also frowned: "Don't let people do it, could it be me?" She was running back and forth for a long time today, and she was tired. She wanted to rest, but they were disturbed.

Of course, it's not that she doesn't want to do it. It's just that there are still people in the kitchen in the house. Why not let the people in the kitchen do it? Why are you asking for trouble?

You know, the food made by the chef of the Zhongyong Palace actually suits her appetite, and she thinks they are better than her.

Is he happy or not?

Gong Yulanzhi seemed to be unhappy, her purple eyes looked at her as if she had quenched Bingling, her thin lips pressed tightly, and her body flashed, she went directly to the bed and lay down on Duanmu Yawang's bed.

Duanmu Yawang looked at the man who lifted her quilt to cover her body, her brain was in pain, rubbing her forehead and sighed, and said: "Okay, I will do it for you. What do you want to eat? ?"

In fact, there is nothing to trouble her to make a meal.

Thinking about it carefully, Gong Yulan Zhi actually helped her a lot.

It was like showing her "Lingxian Jue", helped her at the gate of Lingyue Pavilion, took her out of the palace, took her to practice, guided her to practice, and it took her a few days to find one. Build a spirit fruit, and then return her vitality.

Although he had to goug her eyes and occupied her room before, he actually helped her more.

He is rarely hungry and just wants to eat a meal, so what can she do for him?

Gong Yulan stopped listening to Duanmu Yawang's words, and then took a pause in the movement of covering the quilt, and then sat up quickly from the bed, looking down, her beautiful eyelashes trembled, as if thinking.

Duanmuya saw it, and didn't bother him, got up from the stool, went back to the bed and put on shoes.

When he saw her coming, Gong Yulan didn't want to think about it, and raised his purple eyes to see her putting on her shoes.

"What do you think of me?" Duanmu Yawang was not angry. "There should be another hour before it will be dark. Just say what you want to eat. It takes time to cook. I can't occupy the kitchen for too long."

Gong Yulan stopped speaking, and looked down as if he was thinking about it again.

"I don't know what to eat? I don't know what kind of dishes are there?" Duan Muya looked at him and probably understood: "Then I'll decide casually. Anyway, it's almost late. Grandpa is out tonight. It just so happened that we were eating together."

Gong Yulan stopped her purple eyes moving.

As soon as the Brahma Sutra heard Duanmu Yawang's cooking, she swallowed her mouth foam and looked at her expectantly, "Xiao Yawang, I want to eat too."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gong Yulan glanced over.

At a glance, the Brahma Sutra became cold, and his legs instantly softened.

"What are you doing while sitting on the ground?" Duanmu Yawan turned to look at him when he heard the Sanskrit Saying that he wanted to eat, but saw that he was sitting on the ground, and said angrily: "How much do you want to eat? How the same?"

The Brahma Sutra covered his face with wide sleeves. He dared not look at his master and did not answer.

"Father-in-law?" Duanmu Yawang frowned, "Can you tell me?"

"I, I'm not going to eat anymore." The Brahma Sutra, whose face was covered with a sleeve, said with a weeping face.

He didn't understand, didn't he just say that he wanted to eat too, why did his master see him like this?

Duanmu Yawang didn't bother to pay attention to him, and turned to ask Gong Yulanzhi, "By the way, how much do you want to eat? Isn't it the same as the Sanskrit?"

Gong Yulan stopped looking at the Brahma Sutra and then at her, pursing his lips, turning his head, and lying on the bed again.

Why are you angry again?

Duanmu Yawang is really going crazy, so good, why did she provoke him again?

The little white deer lying in the source of Linghu watched the whole process, closing his eyes and carefully speaking with Duanmu Yawang Xinyu, "Master, I think he is because you asked him how much he eats first, and then he asked him later. , He is upset."

Duanmu Yawang was not angry, and felt it was impossible: "This little thing, as for?"

Little Bailu rubbed his chin, looking like Detective Conan, "My little master thinks this possibility is very high."

"Go, don't make trouble." Duanmu Yawang is not angry, "You stay there, go to sleep, otherwise Gong Yulan will know that you are awake and will take you out again."

Little Bailu immediately did not dare to speak.

And Duanmu Yawang looked at Gong Yulan and only took a look at the Brahma scriptures. He didn't bother to pay attention to their masters and servants. He turned around and walked out of the door, but he hurriedly said, "Xiaoyawang, wait!"

"What's the matter?" Duanmu Ya looked at him and paused.

"I'm going too!" The Buddhist scripture said: "The master is not used to eating low-grade food. Before you do it, I have to use fairy dew to expel the messy breath of low-grade food."

Duanmuya glanced at Gong Yulan and sighed, "Well, all right."

So Duanmu Yawang and Fanjing went to the kitchen.

When Duanmu Yawang and Fanjing came to the kitchen, the people in the kitchen felt very strange, and they were even more surprised when they heard Duanmu Yawang say that they wanted to cook their own dishes. Seeing that Duan Mu Yawang, the chef in the kitchen, originally wanted to show Duan Mu Yawang personally to please her, Duan Mu Yawang refused and drove everyone out of the kitchen.

"By the way, how much should your master eat?" Duanmu Yawang couldn't help but ask the Sanskrit Sutra.

"I really don't know this." The Brahma Sutra scratched his head: "I have never seen him eat."

"Oh!" Duanmu Ya looked at the various ingredients, and sighed: "Then I'd better estimate it."