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It takes only two or three hours a day to make a spiritual dish for Jimo, that is, Moya does not disappoint. She does what she eats, and she does not need to wait for her. The illusion and subconscious feel a little lost.

In addition to some feeling uncomfortable, the illusion of the face of the rest of the time, all brought into the space to practice, can stay in space for more than a dozen days.

Her aura storage in Dantian is almost full, and when Pig Lingbao does not call it, it has been sleeping. Occasionally, the magical scent has made a special fragrant and delicious, and the pig spirit treasure will come out and sway, calling Two sounds, however, it’s just that the virtual shadow Lingbao can’t eat anything at all, and it’s awkward to look at it.

It took four or five days to pass, and it was calm.

The illusion was preparing for dinner, and suddenly a maid came in to inform her.

“The Lord told me to cook early in the evening and add two more dishes. There are guests to eat.”

"Oh! Know it!"

have a guest? The illusion is bright.

The man is the most talkative. If she makes the food at night more abundant and let him get a face in front of the guests, is she more impressed with her?

Therefore, it took a lot of effort to make a fascinating look and make a lot of seventeen or eight dishes.

Dragon body phoenix shrimp, milk fat fish soup, clear stewed horseshoe scorpion, fire burned scorpion, sugar lotus seed, chicken soup boiled, pear flower tofu stuffed meat, hibiscus fried egg...

The most down-to-earth work is to count the first dish, the dragon body phoenix shrimp.

When the sun went down, the kitchen door was followed by a row of rings to pack dishes and other items in a box.

"Today, is the Jimo son not here to eat?" The illusion is a bit horrified. After all, every day, Jimo is going to the kitchen here to eat rice.

"No, our son is free to spend some time in his place, no matter. There are guests here, so the son told him to put the dinner to the main courtyard where the son lived." The maid replied politely.

It turned out to be the case.

The small abacus played by the illusion of the face makes the guests feel that the face of the ink is soaring because of the food praise, and the scene that will be processed by her in the future, or the spirit of praise, is lost.

"That line, my last head dish, the dragon body phoenix shrimp is still a little bit of fire, I will do it right away, I will give you a point in the future, you don't have to run away with your sisters."

The maid indulged, "Oh, then trouble the girl."

Said, with the rest of the people squirting out, carrying the vegetable box to the side of the main courtyard.

The magical face quickly drenched the dragon's phoenix prawns, collected the soup, packed it in a food box, and went to the main courtyard where Jimo was living.

When I first entered the Chinese Pavilion, a servant told her that she would have nothing to do, and she had to hurry to practice, so she had not been to other places besides the kitchen.

This is the first time I went to the place where Moya lived.

At this time, it was already nightfall. The bright and yellow lanterns in the Year Hall were lit, and it was quite a bit of joy.

Especially in the main courtyard, there are lanterns everywhere, and it is as bright as white.

As soon as I entered the hospital, I heard a beautiful laughter coming out...

"The taste of this dish is good, that is, the ink son is really good-looking, it will pick people. It is said that the last time the screening of the gamer, there is no comparison in the third round, you directly selected a dishmate in the second round, this princess really wants Seeing someone, what is it that makes Jimo’s son so high..."