The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

The pigeon was quickly stewed. When the servant brought it to the table and opened the lid, the medicinal herbs were delicious, and a faint medicinal fragrance came to the face.

The soup is slightly white, with a few red dates floating on the surface, and the tender meat is slightly turned, which makes people's appetite suddenly rise.

Everyone was silent for a moment, the taste was so delicious that people couldn't help drooling.

This is the food that people eat, what did they eat before?

"A Yuan, have a quick taste."

Mu Changying held the red panda's porcelain bowl in both hands, swiping at the rice for a while, looking at Rong Luyuan expectantly.

"Okay."

He picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth. The meat of the pigeon was tender and not greasy, and it was broken when chewed in the mouth.

With a spoonful of soup, the fragrance of meat is overflowing with a hint of traditional Chinese medicine, as well as the sweet aroma of red dates…

"It's delicious, my Yingbao is amazing."

"This cooking skill is absolutely unmatched by the top chefs in China. It makes people have endless aftertastes after eating it, and they will never forget it and want to try it again."

Rong Luyuan was blowing the rainbow fart seriously.

But this skill is immature, and it sounds extraordinarily fake.

He doesn't care what others think, in his heart, Yingbao is the best no matter what he does.

Rong Luyuan supported by his strength, the rice in the bowl remained untouched, the other dishes were not included, and the pigeons in the pot were almost bottomed out.

"…"

Bai Mo smelled this enticing fragrance, and the worms in his stomach were tempted.

He pursed his lips and swallowed his saliva. He couldn't stop the smell even if he blocked his nose, it was too uncomfortable.

"A Yuan, we made it clear that we can't eat so much, and the stomach will feel uncomfortable."

Seeing this, Mu Changying frowned unhappily, and extended his chopsticks to interrupt him from continuing to eat.

Overeating is not good for your health, you have to learn to restrain yourself.

"Snapped-"

Rong Luyuan's chopsticks were instantly knocked off the table.

Bai Mo, who was silently watching, felt that his opportunity had come, and ran over.

"Ma'am, it's a pity to dump the uneaten food. The country has taught us to cherish food and waste it is shameful."

"Look... why don't you just leave the rest to me and destroy it?"

Butler Sun, who was a tad slower, could not wait to beat his chest in place, how could he be led by this kid?

Didn't you see that he was already an old bone? This fellow doesn't understand the traditional virtue of respecting the old and loving the young?

The man looked very hungry and pitiful.

Mu Changying had a trace of sympathy in her eyes, and she didn't know how long she hadn't eaten.

She nodded and waved her hand: "Of course..."

Before he could finish speaking, Rong Luyuan beckoned to the maid standing on one side, "This soup is good, put it in the refrigerator for me, I will drink it tomorrow morning."

After speaking, he glanced at Bai Mo gloomily, and the fierce light in his eyes was startling.

"…"

Bai Mo shrank his neck, and only when his life was in danger did he realize what a stupid thing he had just done.

Butler Sun on the side snorted coldly, not to mention contempt for that expression.

Look, this is the end of the first shot, but fortunately he is smart and knows how to watch it first.

Obviously it is impossible to grab, but still think so beautiful and refined.

"I'm not allowed, how can you eat leftovers, A Yuan?"

"Just let Xiao Momo eat them. I'll make you other delicious food tomorrow."

Mu Changying stood up with a snort, and patted the table heavily with her small hands, her white and tender face full of seriousness and sternness.

She was full of aura, posing as a mistress of the house and ordering the maid to come back.

"…"

Bai Mo felt a shot in his heart, only one millimeter away from his heart, and he was almost helpless.

Mu Changying swept her phoenix eyes and shouted softly, "Little Momo, why don't you hurry up and get your meal?"

With light in his eyes, Bai Mo snatched the casserole from the maid's hand with lightning speed, "Thank you, Madam, for the meal."

Wuwuwu... Madam is really unkind, and he will never call her a petite again.

[I don’t think it’s the leftovers, I want to eat it too…?? (acting like a spoiled brat, rolling around, crying, making trouble, hanging myself for a recommendation ticket!)]