Duanmu Yawang was busy in the kitchen for almost an hour before and after. When the sky was getting dark, the dishes were finally ready.

It adds up to almost twenty dishes.

Almost every dish is a big dish, full of color, flavor, and flavor.

Duanmu Yawang originally wanted to ask people to bring food to her room, but was stopped by the Buddhist scriptures, "The master doesn't like things that have been touched by other people, so let's do it ourselves."

"Okay." Duanmu Yawang has been busy for almost an hour, his forehead is almost all sweat.

In the end, she and the Brahma Sutra took her to move more than a dozen dishes, bowls, chopsticks and rice to their rooms using teleportation.

After getting things done, Duanmu Yawang remembered the people she had driven out of the kitchen. They didn’t know that they had left the kitchen, so they went back and told them, and asked the butler to give them a fake reward for the whole night. They make compensation.

Then go back to the room.

The table in Duanmu Yawang's room was not too big, and in the end the dishes were doubled up to two levels before all the dishes were put on the table.

During the whole process, Gong Yulan just sat on the bed and watched for a moment, staring at Duanmu Yawang's body.

Duanmu Yawang felt his gaze, and said, "What are you still doing while sitting on the bed, but you can't come?" The food is ready and brought over. It is enough to ask her to invite him over.

Gong Yulan pressed his lips, got out of the bed, and sat down in a position beside Duanmu Yawang, looking at the dishes and then at Duanmu Yawang.

"Look at what I'm good for." Duanmu Yawang was out of anger, handed him the bowls and chopsticks, and said: "Didn't you say that you are hungry, eat quickly."

With that, she bowed her head and started to eat.

Gong Yulan of the Brahma Sutra did a long way, glanced at him eagerly, and saw that he was not angry, so he picked up the chopsticks and carefully picked up the chopsticks to eat.

Gong Yulan pressed her beautiful lips and glanced at Duanmu Yawang's hand, and then a little bit stiffly grasped the chopsticks to clamp a chicken that was placed in front of him.

But it was clipped twice, but it was not clipped.

Duan Muya saw it a little strangely, "You don't know how to use chopsticks?"

He looked at the chopsticks in his hand with a sullen face, and unexpectedly answered: "Yes."

Will shit!

Duan Muya saw that he stretched out his hand to pick up the vegetables again, but still did not pick up anything, and the hand holding the chopsticks was very stiff, so he rolled his eyes angrily, put down the bowl and chopsticks, and said, "I teach you."

As she said, she stretched out her hand and fiddled with his white jade-like palm, and said: "Your thumb and index finger must be so hard, and your middle finger..."

Gong Yulan only did not allow people to approach him within three feet. Duanmu Yawang had already made an exception, and she even kicked him many times, but that was behind the clothes.

He subconsciously resisted when he saw her two hands that seemed to him small to him, but when he remembered the last time her hand took his wrist, his heart seemed to be beating.

It felt wonderful, as if the heart was scratched by something very soft.

Itchy, swelling.

It makes people want to stop.

He has been unable to forget that feeling, so this time, Gong Yulan didn't avoid it.

He lowered his eyes, letting Duanmu Yawang's two delicate hands play with his fingers and palms arbitrarily, their hands were almost touching, and her soft hand was on his hand, making him instantly feel the previous The feeling of her holding his wrist came again.

The Brahma Sutra was already stunned when he saw this scene, and it felt weird like never before. He couldn't tell where the weirdness was, but the meat just caught in his mouth was forgotten to chew, and he swallowed it so full, it was very uncomfortable to get stuck in his throat.

However, he didn't dare to cough, so he could only gnaw something desperately, trying to swallow that piece of chicken.

"Understood?" Duanmu Yawang called Gong Yulan once, raised his eyes and asked.

Gong Yulan didn't answer, and stared at the hands of the two with stretched eyebrows. He felt that her hands were really small, right?

Thinking of this, he suddenly wanted to give it a try.

He was about to stretch out his hand. Duan Muya saw that Gong Yulan looked down a little strangely, and then looked down, only to realize that he had been holding someone’s hand, and then he realized that the palm of his hand was a little hot, and the temperature seemed to be ironed directly. It was so hot to her heart.

My heart is hot.

She was so surprised that she immediately let go of his hand.

The touch in his hand was gone, and what he wanted to do was not realized. Gong Yulanzhi's expression was not good, he pursed his lips and looked at Duanmu Yawang.

Duanmuya couldn't see it. She only felt a little flustered and a little embarrassed. He picked up her own bowls and chopsticks, and said to the blushing Buddhist scriptures: "Cough cough, continue to eat and continue to eat."

Then, take a mouthful of grilled rice.

Gong Yulan still looked at her, motionless.

Duanmu Yawang ignored him at first, but he kept staring at her after picking up a bowl of white rice, she couldn't help it, and pressed down the strange feeling before, raised her eyes and said to him: "Did you say you are hungry, why not? eat?"

As he said, thinking he still couldn't get the food, he reached out and put a chopstick into his bowl, frowned and said, "Eat."

Uh!

The Brahma Sutra, who had finally swallowed the food, almost choked again when he saw this.

He stared at Duanmu Yawang, and hurriedly said, "Xiao Yawang, your chopsticks have..." However, before he could finish his words, he saw his master holding the chopsticks stiffly and slowly putting the dishes into his mouth. inside.

Looking at the Brahma Sutra, he swallowed all the following words back into his stomach.

Looked at the owner in a daze.

"If you don't know how to use chopsticks, use a spoon." Duan Muya saw that his eating appearance was almost expensive and elegant, but the movement of grasping the chopsticks in his hand was very stiff, and he couldn't help but said.

"It's been useless for too long." Gong Yulanzhi seemed to be a little dissatisfied as well. After swallowing things slowly, he frowned and said.

It's been too long to use?

Duanmu Ya looked at him, who was probably in his twenties. She was not angry, "It's only 20 years at most." Then, she reached out and took the chopsticks out of his hand and stuffed him with a spoon, "Use this Well, otherwise you can't eat it at all."

Gong Yulan didn't stop her behavior. However, as soon as he put the spoon in his hand, he took it down again, and continued to pick up the chopsticks, and said unexpectedly, "More than that."

Seeing him using chopsticks, Duanmuya did not object, and raised her eyebrows when she heard the words: "More than 20 years? How many years is that?" Isn't he more than 20 years old, but older?

Gong Yulan groaned for a moment, as if thinking, and then said after a moment: "Forgot."

The days are too long, I have forgotten how many thousand years it was.

Hearing Gong Yulan's answer, the Brahma Sutra also sighed.

Not only the master, but he also forgot how long it was.