Soon, his eyes were red and tears welled up, but his face looked happy.
"I'm just telling you, how could a discerning eye see it wrong? This little girl is all pretending." He gathered his energy in the air to transmit the message and said to Feng Xiantian.
"What, pretending? She's so good at pretending, why doesn't she go sing?" Feng Xiantian glanced at Di Feixue in disbelief.
Even he was slightly moved by Di Feixue's true expression just now. At the same time, he felt deep sympathy for Di Feixue's lonely life, and he didn't see any flaws at all.
It would be a pity not to go into opera with such good acting skills.
"Nonsense, do you think anyone is qualified to be Qing Xi's peach blossom? If I couldn't pretend, I don't know where I would have been slapped by Qing Xi." Liao Kong had already understood the cause and effect, but he was not too surprised.
"That's true. Yafeng always makes tea in front of Qingxi, but never can he hide it from her eyes." Feng Xiatian said with deep approval.
"This peach blossom of Qingxi is not simple, it is really exciting. I always feel that it will be the biggest threat to Senior Brother Ye." Liao Kong sighed.
"No, what do I think? Gong Moyu, what elegance, is going to be thrown away by a little girl." Feng Xiatian also sighed.
After the two of them finished speaking, they started to wink again.
To be precise, it was Feng Xiatian who was squeezing her eyebrows, while Zuokong's eyes were hurting and he couldn't squeeze out for the time being.
"Humph, how dare you play such a petty trick in front of the master. She thought that the master would accept her as his disciple, just dream!" Wan Ling began to look down upon her again.
"It's impossible to accept disciples. The master said that there will only be eight of you disciples." Yafeng said. He didn't want the master to accept more disciples, because every time he accepts a disciple, it means one more person to share with him.
Master’s love!
"..." Cai Cai raised a few crow's feet and moved further away from them. Straight men don't understand women's hearts. These two straight men couldn't tell what Di Feixue was really thinking at all. Alas, they are not as good as her.
Where is this fish?
In fact, we can't blame the tea ceremony master Yafeng for not seeing it. After all, Yafeng only regards Ye Wuchen as his love rival. He has never regarded other women as his love rivals, and naturally he has not seen Di Feixue's little thoughts. If he had seen it, he would have already seen it.
He unsheathed himself.
Di Feixue was extremely happy in her heart. She got through it successfully. From now on, she will slowly capture Qing Xi's heart!
Di Feixue hid her inner pride and happily led Gu Qingxi and others forward.
"Long Kong, what's wrong with you?" Gu Qingxi turned around occasionally and saw Kong's red and swollen eyes filled with tears, and asked in surprise.
"Seeing the deep love between you two sisters, I'm so touched. Also, I'm so happy that you have made such a friend, I cried with joy." Liao Kong replied, rubbing his eyes.
"Yes, I was so moved that I wanted to cry." Feng Xiatian then rubbed her eyes.
Are you acting? I'm so moved.
Gu Qingxi just felt baffled and didn't bother to pay attention to these two teasers.
Not long after, the group of people came to a house at the deepest part of the alley. This was the residence of the famous chef Di Feixue mentioned.
"Is Grandpa Mo here?" Di Feixue knocked on the courtyard door.
"It's you Feixue, you're not an outsider, just come in by yourself." A thin-faced old man opened the door and said familiarly.
"Grandpa Mo, this is Gu Qingxi, I call her sister Qingxi. These are Senior Brother Long, Senior Brother Liaokong, Senior Brother Xiatian, and Senior Sister Murong Yi.
Sister Qingxi, Grandpa Mo is what I said, the best chef in Qingyuan City." Di Feixue introduced.
Gu Qingxi's "sister" status was also specially emphasized to let people know that she is not an outsider, but her closest person.
Anyway, I heard that "Sister Qingxi" was longer than "Sister Qingxi", so Gu Qingxi didn't feel strange at all, but Murong Yi almost burst into tears: "I finally know my last name and no longer call me green-faced sister"
Already.
"Juniors have met Master Mo." Gu Qingxi and others said politely.
Although this chef Mo looks ordinary and the courtyard he lives in is a bit shabby, the more skilled a chef is, the more he likes to hide himself from the world. Ayun is the best example.
Therefore, they still maintain due respect for this chef.
"You are Feixue's friends, so you don't need to be so polite. My name is Mo Angu. If you think highly of me, just call me Mo Lao." The old man said kindly.
"Grandpa Mo, Sister Qingxi and the others are coming to Qingyuan City for the first time. I would like to ask you to cook in person and help make a table of delicious food to entertain them." Di Feixue said.
"This..." Mr. Mo looked hesitant, obviously a little embarrassed.
"Grandpa Mo, has someone reserved a table for today? Can we change it to tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow?" Di Feixue said disappointedly.
After speaking, he explained to Gu Qingxi in a low voice: "Grandpa Mo only cooks one table of food every day. Although he is indifferent to fame and wealth, and is not good at money, even many people in the city have never heard of his name, but it is good
Wine is not afraid of deep alleys, you will always know what you need to know.
So if you are unlucky, there are too many people booking a table, and you may not be able to wait for a month or two. But this is a rule set by his ancestors, and no one will make an exception."
Sure enough, all chefs have the same temperament, and the Mo family's rules are surprisingly similar to A-Yun's rules.
"Since someone has already reserved a table, let's forget it. When we have the opportunity in the future, we will come back to see Mr. Mo's cooking skills." Not wanting to embarrass Mr. Mo, Gu Qingxi said considerately.
"That's not true." Mr. Mo waved his hand and said, "To be honest, I haven't cooked for a few months. Maybe Feixue hasn't been to Qingyuan City during this period, so I don't know yet."
"Ah...how could this happen? Did something happen at home?" Di Feixue asked in surprise.
Mr. Mo was right. The Fang family was destroyed some time ago, and the major cultivation families were busy carving up the property left by the Fang family. As a descendant of the Di family, of course she couldn't be lazy.
Even if I came to Qingyuan City during this period, I had no time to visit Mr. Mo. I really didn’t know that he hadn’t cooked for several months.
"Something did happen...forget it, it's a little family matter, don't ask any more questions. Go back first, I owe you this meal, and I will treat you and your friends well in a while." Mr. Mo obviously said.
Not wanting to talk about family matters too much, he waved his hand and said apologetically.
"Mr. Mo, just tell me, maybe I can help?" Di Feixue said enthusiastically.
"It's useless, let alone you. Even the head of your Di family, plus several other major cultivation families, can't help." Mr. Mo said with a bitter smile.
"Grandpa Mo, do you know who I am?" Di Feixue looked at Mr. Mo in surprise.
Although she mingled with the residents of Qingshi Lane, she had never revealed her identity as the eldest daughter of the Di family. This was normal. She could maintain a normal mind, but once her origins were known, how could ordinary people get along with her with a normal mind?
?
"I think back then, I was not well-known in Tiancang Continent, and I had a relationship with your father. If others can't see your origin, why can't I?" Mr. Mo said with a smile.
But then I thought about the troublesome things at home, my smile gradually faded away, and my expression became lonely again.
"Feixue, I know you are warm-hearted, but you really can't help with this matter. Go back first, and I promise you that I will use all my skills to entertain you and your friends in a while." Mr. Mo apologized.
said, and issued an order to expel guests again.
Speaking of which, no matter how enthusiastic Di Feixue was, she could only give up.
Since Mr. Mo had a relationship with her father, she should ask her father for help. I believe that with his cooking skills, as long as it is not too difficult, his father will not refuse.
But he decided that his father couldn't help with this matter, so what use would staying by himself be?
"Sister Qingxi, why don't we leave first?" Di Feixue said to Gu Qingxi embarrassedly.
Gu Qingxi did not move, but looked at Mr. Mo suspiciously.
Gu Qingxi felt a strange sense of familiarity in Mr. Mo.