"I am the eldest brother. Do you know how to respect the elderly and love the young? Let me come first." Weng Yuanming said with his beard and staring at him.
"Brother, you have said that you respect the elderly and love the young. Since I am the third child, of course I should come first." Zeng Ning'an argued.
"What did you say? Are you still the elder brother in your eyes?" Weng Yuanming scolded angrily.
"Don't the big one give in to the small one? Why do you still bully people?" Zeng Ning'an was still awe of the big brother. He shrank his neck, but he still said unconvincedly, holding the porridge tightly with his hands tightly.
The pot refused to let go.
"Brother, third brother, please stop fighting. No matter how we are strong people in the realm of the Emperor Saint, and we are sworn brothers. How can we hurt the harmony for a pot of porridge? Otherwise, we can just think of a way to get a part of it." Yao asked.
Shan persuaded and said.
"How to distinguish?" Weng Yuanming and Zeng Ning'an asked in unison.
"Let's do this, anyway, you are the old and the young. You can't tell the difference between respecting the elderly and loving the young. So let me do it first." Yao Wenshan said with a look on his face.
"You... are shameless!" Weng Yuanming and the others raised their feet at the same time, almost kicking Yao Wenshan away.
Next to him, Gu Fenghua and his friends were in a mess and were completely stunned.
As for what, for the sake of a little rice porridge, the three saints of Moyun who once killed people as cruel as a ruthless person, and the three founding ancestors of the Fentian Sect, are fighting so hard to get along?
Especially Yao Wenshan, let alone the dignity of the powerful Emperor Saint, he didn't even want the brotherhood of hundreds or thousands of years, and he actually said such shameless words.
Looking at the three elders who were almost beaten to death for the sake of Xiaobanguo Mizhu brothers, especially Yao Wenshan, Gu Fenghua and others rolled their eyes and secretly contempt.
"Oh, they are also very pitiful. I probably haven't eaten anything decent if I live so much." But Luo Enen said a very philosophical word.
Think about it, if you have eaten something decent, how could the three of them fight like this for a little rice porridge? They don’t even want brotherly love?
As a veteran foodie, Luo Enen can better understand the mood of Weng Yuanming and others at this time. When she first tasted the cooking skills of a fat white man, she was also excited and still unsatisfied. Who would compete with her for the first time
She dared to pounce on her and chew on her two bites.
"Don't snatch it, the remaining porridge is enough for you guys." The fat white man stepped forward and persuaded with concern.
It doesn't matter if the few people beat him up and they were bleeding. If they broke this porridge pot, it would be unprofitable. This pot was brought from the Tianji Continent, and it carries too many memories and thoughts from him.
While saying that, the fat white man uncovered the lid of the pot.
Weng Yuanming and others looked over and saw that although there was not much rice porridge left, it was enough for each of them to share a bowl. So they stopped scrambling and served a bowl of each.
It is worthy of being a powerful man in the third and fourth grade of the Emperor Saint. The porridge is just as flat as the edge of the bowl, without wasting any space, but it does not overflow a little. In other words, no one suffers any loss, and
Don't take any advantage.
Seeing this scene, Gu Fenghua secretly wiped his cold sweat. In order to serve this bowl of rice porridge, it is estimated that several elders have used all their cultivation level to the extreme.
Gu Fenghua looked at the porridge pot and quietly gave a wink to the fat man. The fat man understood and quickly hugged the porridge pot to the kitchen. The remaining rice porridge was indeed enough for three people to share, but there were so many on the edge of the wall.
I also stuck some rice grains, so I couldn't let them see them, otherwise I would have to fight again and ended up fighting to the point of dying.
Fortunately, Weng Yuanming and others devoted all their minds to the small bowl of rice porridge and did not notice the fat white man's little movements.