The Lady in the General’s Arms is a Bigshot in Mystic Arts

Fu Ling: "..."

Not a single word of Xie Cheng's words is credible.

He raised his hand and pressed the center of his eyebrows, and said in a sudden silence, "Can you adjust your position?"

Xie Cheng: "?"

Xie Cheng was about to speak when he heard someone knocking on the door.

It was a well-dressed maid, with a big food box in her hand, standing by the open door.

Fu Ling looked back, with joy on his face, and said, "That's Ah Chu next to Miss Jiang!"

After all, no matter what Xie Cheng meant, he waved directly at Achu, "Achu, come in, come in!"

Eleven also had some surprises, it was Miss Jiang's people who brought the food!

Great!

The general hasn't eaten much all day today, but he can eat something.

Ah Chu came in from the outside with a food box on his shoulders, and after politely bowing to Xie Cheng and Fu Ling, he put down the food box, took out the contents, and said, "Three cups of soup, general, Mr. Fu and Lord Eleven each have a cup."

Eleven opened his eyes slightly, a little dazed, he, he also?

As if he understood what Eleven was thinking, Ah Chu took out the things in the food box and said, "Young lady said Eleven seems to like fish soup, so I also prepared a meal for Eleven. Cup, let adults have a taste."

Eleven looked at the soup pot, a faint fragrance permeated from the air holes, and the taste was very catchy.

The tips of his ears were a little red.

I'm a little embarrassed.

But still very spineless want to eat.

Xie Cheng: "?"

Fu Ling: "?"

Fu Ling stared at Ah Chu, didn't your girl see that I really like her dim sum?

How come it can only be seen that Eleven likes to drink soup, but it can't be seen that I like to eat dim sum?

I don't agree!

Ah Chu didn't look at them much, took out all the other foods in the food box, and said, "The girl said that she didn't know what the general likes to eat, and she didn't know what the general has taboos, so she just made something casually. If the general likes it, she will eat it later. You can make more when cooking, and have someone deliver it for every meal.”

Xie Cheng even wondered if he was hallucinating.

Is there such a good thing?

Can I eat what she made in the future?

Fu Ling: "???" What about me? And me?

Ah Chu closed the lid of the food box, raised his eyes and asked, "What taboos does the general have?"

Xie Cheng pursed his lips: "No."

Ah Chu nodded, "Let's have dinner first, the slaves will leave."

Fu Ling: "???"

He sat on the side powerlessly, watched Ah Chu go out, and then pulled the corner of his mouth lightly, feeling wronged, very wronged.

Eleven had already set up the small table, and placed the soup cup and other food in front of Xie Cheng.

Then he took the small bowl, lifted the lid of the soup pot, looked at the steaming fish soup, pursed his lips silently, and gave Xie Chengcheng a small bowl.

Xie Cheng didn't even look at Fu Ling, picked up the spoon with downcast eyes, took a sip slowly, his eyebrows moved slightly, and he lowered his head to speed up.

There are also a few golden pancakes on the side, which seem to have fillings inside.

Xie Cheng took a piece and took a bite. It was a thousand-layer cake with diced meat inside. The gravy and oil overflowed into his mouth. It was so delicious that the tip of his tongue jumped.

The taste was so enticing that Fu Ling was neither melancholy nor sad. He immediately cheered up and opened the lid of the soup pot. Self-sufficient, he filled a big bowl full for himself, and drank it after two hasty sips.

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Fu Ling: The clown is actually me!