Murong Feixue glanced at the people present. Murong Tietong and Jin were not allowed to cook. Mo Zishang was considered a guest at his home. It was too much to ask him to cook. If he cooked by himself, he would not be able to cook.
Burn charcoal! As for letting Huahua do it... Murong Feixue trembled: "Let's go find a restaurant to eat this meal tonight."
Murong Feixue felt that she missed Fuxi so much at this time, Fuxi's cooking, Fuxi's dishes, and Fuxi's handsome face that always smiled evilly... Wait! Murong Feixue patted her little face.
, what's going on, why do you think of that face! It must be that you have been eating too poorly recently! Murong Feixue clenched his fists and decided that he wanted to have a good meal.
The best restaurant in Banyue City is Tianxiang House. When Murong Feixue arrived at the door of Tianxiang House, he was stopped by the waiter: "What are you doing! Can anyone come in to our restaurant?" As he said,
The waiter glanced at Murong Tietong and Jin with disdain.
The happy smile originally on Murong Feixue's face turned cold on the spot: "What did you say?"
The waiter trembled for a moment, but the habit of looking down on Murong Tietong for many years still made the waiter continue: "What did I say? This is Tianxiang Tower! Is this a place where these poor ghosts can come in? If nothing else, come on.
Just ordering any vegetable in our building costs a penny, and you guys..." The waiter took off the rag hanging from his shoulders and swept it in front of Murong Feixue: "Do you have a copper plate on you?"
Mo Zishang pulled out the sword in his hand. The sword was as sharp as clay. Under Mo Zishang's control, he cut the clothes on the waiter's chest with just the force of the sword. The waiter touched his chest.
His face was as pale as dirt, his legs were shaking like a sieve, and he stretched out his arms tremblingly: "Your Majesty, please come in."
Huahua supported Jin Shi and said to the waiter: "A dog's eyes look down on people." They entered Tianxiang Tower with Murong Tietong.
"Xiao Er, do you know who just came in?" Murong Feixue stared at the waiter coldly.
"Yes, yes, yes, the old... city lord, the city lord and the city lord's wife!" The waiter almost spit out the word "old thing", but fortunately he changed his words temporarily, but even so, Murong Feixue's
His face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. Murong Feixue seemed to have waved his hand, and all the hair on the waiter's head was cut off, and the rest of the hair was blocked on his head like a pot lid! Murong Feixue
He snorted coldly and followed Murong Tietongjin and Huahua into Tianxiang Tower.
Mo Zishang took over and cut all the clothes on the waiter into strips. When the waiter came to his senses, he could only hear a cold male voice: "This is a small lesson. I will teach the city lord a lesson in the future."
If you show any disrespect, I won’t mind turning your flesh into strips.”
At this time, the waiter was wearing a funny pot head, wearing a tattered suit that even a beggar didn't wear, with a frightened expression on his face, standing motionless like a statue at the door of Tianxiang Tower, the recipient
Passers-by pointed.
Murong Feixue casually threw a silver ingot to the waiter who was leading the way in Tianxiang Tower. The waiter was so happy that he hunched over and led the way: "Please invite the guests upstairs. The private rooms upstairs are quieter."
After glancing at Murong Tietong, Murong Feixue nodded and followed the waiter upstairs. Along the way, the names of Murong Tietong and Murong Feixue were mentioned constantly on the road.
