Because of Mu Qingchen's words, Duanmu Yawang originally planned to visit Ziyun City that day, but this time he stayed and didn't go back until the third day.

"So you still know to come back?"

As soon as she came back, the gate of Tianfeng Inn opened automatically.

Then, I saw Xiao Lingfan lying weakly on the table, looking at her unhappy.

Duanmu Yawang was inexplicable: "What are you doing when you look at me like this?" Also, why don't you go back to your room to sleep? Is it comfortable to lie here?

"What do you say?"

The young man was full of sorrow, propped his head, and said in an aura: "My little master hasn't eaten for almost two days! Are you worthy of my little master!"

"..."

Duanmu Yawang didn't expect it to be for this reason, "Didn't I say it before, if I don't come back, will you go to the Liusu Pavilion for dinner?"

"Do you think that the little master is you. If you want to enter the tassel pavilion, you enter the tassel pavilion, do you go out if you want to go out?" Speaking of this, the boy was even more aggrieved. what!"

Duanmuya's mouth opened wide, "This...Isn't it possible?"

"Why is it impossible?" The young man squashed his mouth aggrievedly, "Brother Lingjun hates Xiao Wuzheng. When you let us eat in the pavilion, it was all because of your face. I was driven out."

Uh!

Duanmu Yawang was a little unimaginable, and said cautiously: "When you went to eat, were you really kicked out?"

"Brother Lingjun will naturally not drive me." The young man sighed, "However, I sat there for more than an hour, and no one gave me a little water to drink, let alone food for me!"

"..." The legendary cold violence.

Duanmu Yawang thought of Fu Lingjun's gentle and calm face, it was hard to imagine that he would really treat a teenager like this.

Of course, it is even harder to imagine that a person like Fu Lingjun who has almost no emotional ups and downs would actually hate a person so much. What heinous thing Xiao Wuzheng has done...

She glanced at the boy's grieved Baba's face, "So, you haven't eaten anything since that morning, have you?"

"right."

Duanmu Yawang pinched her eyebrows and sighed, "It's noon, and there are probably not many fresh dishes available in the market. Why don't I cook some for you?"

"Cook whatever you want?" Xiao Lingfan looked at her suspiciously, "How casual?"

"Roll out the dough for you."

When the young man heard it, he remembered that he hadn't eaten noodles for a long time, his eyes brightened, but his small face soon tightened, and he looked straight at her fiercely: "Say, I've been hungry for two days. I need to eat at least. ...Three, not four bowls!"

"good."

Duanmu Yawang thought how high his demands were, and he was a little bit dumbfounded, nodded and said: "Then I will go out for a while and come back after shopping."

The boy licked his mouth greedyly, and waved his hand contentedly: "Well, you go."

Duanmu Yawang went to buy some vegetables, bones and meat, medicinal materials, some sugar, and a bag of flour.

After returning, I took care of the bones, meat and herbs and put them down to make the soup, and then began to knead the dough.

She divided the dough into two parts, and after leaving it to wake up, she went to process some dishes and some sugar.

After the things were processed, the noodles were almost awake, so she kneaded some of the noodles into shape and put them in the steamer in the kitchen to steam.

Little Bailu looked at, licked his mouth, and said greedyly: "Master, didn't you say you want to make noodles, why did you make buns?"

"This can be kept, and when you want to eat it, you can heat it up and eat it." Duanmu Yawang said while rolling the noodles. When the noodles were almost rolled, the buns were also steamed.

After the steamed buns were cooked, Duanmu Yawang went out and shouted at the house, "You can eat it!"

As soon as she said this, within five seconds, snorting, Igor's sleepy-eyed teenager appeared in front of her. The teenager rubbed his eyes and looked at her briskly: "Can you eat?"

"There is no noodles, you eat steamed buns on your stomach first." After Duanmu Yawang finished speaking, he continued to go busy.

The boy heard that he was eating steamed buns, and his good-looking face suddenly collapsed, and he muttered, "Isn't it about eating noodles? Why eat steamed buns?"

Duanmu Yawang naturally heard his muttering, and said lightly: "If you don't want to eat, just wait half an hour hungry."

How come the soup has to be boiled for an hour to have enough flavor.

"So long?"

The boy is also a man who can bend and stretch. Although he is not willing to eat dry things, he still reaches out to lift the lid of the pot when he touches his shriveled belly.

The lid of the pot was lifted, and a sweet steamed bun scent entered the nasal cavity like this.

The boy took a deep breath, and suddenly his stomach screamed.

No matter what, he immediately reached out and squeezed a bun.

"His, it's hot!"

The boy grinned with his teeth being burned by the steaming steamed bun, but he put it in his mouth and bit into his mouth.

The buns are soft and sweet, and there are meat fillings in them. It is really fragrant when eaten. The boy's eyes suddenly widened, and they were more delicious than the buns he had eaten before!

After eating one, I immediately grabbed two more and ate it.

Duanmu Yawang didn't care about him either.

The teenager finished three steamed buns, his stomach felt better, his eating movements became a little slower, looking at Duanmu Yawang who was rolling the noodles, thinking of something, he seemed to inadvertently asked: "Yes, I suddenly heard about a new organization in the past two days. , Have you received any news?"

Duanmuya looked at the rolling action unchanged, "What organization?"

"Fenglin night."

The teenager was eating, but he still spoke clearly when he spoke. He looked at her and said, "Have you never heard of it?"

Duanmu Yawang smiled, "Why do you think I have heard of it?"

"That's a medical organization." The young man stared at her and said, "I don't know where this organization suddenly emerged. The wife of the Scarlet Cloud Sect, everyone knows that he contracted a strange disease four or five years ago. , Talking nonsense all day, talking to the air, or pointing at people and cursing the earth, the whole person is a mad woman.

Sect Master Chiyun has a passion for his wife again, and he is very affectionate. Even if the wife is affected by her reputation, he still has no face, but has never given up. He tried his best to find a variety of doctors and pharmacists to treat his wife. Ill, even the face exorcist was looking for it, but no matter what, it still didn't work. "

After he finished speaking, he tutted twice and said, "But, I heard that Sect Master Chiyun took his crazy wife to Fenglin Night three days ago, and after the third day, his wife came back almost normally."

Duanmuya glanced at her eyes and looked up at him with a smile: "So what?"

"According to Sect Master Chiyun, there is a genius doctor in Fenglin night, and it is said that he is still a goddess doctor wearing a mask. Because of this matter, many dignitaries in Ziyun City tried to go to Fenglin night to investigate the situation."