By the time a table of delicious food was placed, the claws of several spiritual beasts could hardly be controlled.
If it weren't for Qin Molin, they wouldn't be so honest.
Now we have to wait. Qin Molin's rule is that he is not allowed to use chopsticks until all the dishes are served. Anyone who does so early will not have any food. Except Feng Xingying.
Fortunately, Feng Xingying had some conscience and did not tease the stomachs of the spirit beasts and waited with them.
When the last dish was served, Qin Molin gave Feng Xingying a chopstick of each dish before the spirit beasts began to eat.
Even Qin Molin couldn't help but work up his appetite and ate some with Feng Xingying.
Huangfu felt the most obvious when he thought about it, and said with inferiority: "Master, my disciple's cooking skills can never reach your level."
"Well, when you find someone you like and have love in your heart, you can make progress. Okay, starting from tomorrow, these three spirits will feed you."
"Oh." Huangfu thought about it and said, Master, before you woke up, I had been feeding them, but I was so disliked.
However, even if they dislike him, they are used to Qin Molin's style. Qin Molin is not as easy to talk to as Yun Xiang. He occasionally feeds them because of Feng Xingying's fault. It is impossible to cook for them every day.
It's much better to have Huangfu's food than to make it with sesame seeds.
Feng Xingying's strength has recovered to 80% to 90%, and the rest has to be accumulated over time. She doesn't have much appetite now, and food can no longer be used as motivation to help her recover.
Therefore, most of this table still falls into the mouths of three spiritual beasts and a master.
They were still gathering together to grab food, and Feng Xingying had been abducted by Qin Molin to another space - Qin Molin's star space.
After not being taken care of for ten years, Qin Molin's space was a little different, and it seemed that many new species had been bred. Many spiritual plants and spiritual beasts also appeared, but there were no humans.
The hut that originally belonged to them is still the same as before, and even the furnishings have not changed at all. This is also a forbidden place in Qin Molin's space, and no spiritual beast can approach it.
"Xingying, I miss you, do you miss me?" Qin Molin's eyes were filled with scorching flames, as if they were about to ignite people at any time.
Feng Xingying was indeed ignited by his flame, just like there was a sea in his heart. After being burned by his flame, it also spread and burned.
"Yes, I miss you. In fact, no matter what time and space we are in, as long as we are together, I can bear it. The only thing I can't stand is not having you."
Feng Xingying has a reserved personality and rarely speaks so much in one breath.
Her words were like raindrops, one after another, dripping into Qin Molin's heart, causing ripples that lingered for a long time.
He didn't say anything, he just expressed his thoughts through actions.
If you love, please love deeply.
That's what he thinks: if you love a woman, you must make her the happiest woman, not only in life and mood, but also in the nourishment of love.
Their two hearts were ups and downs along with their bodies, as if to make up for the pain of missing each other every day but never seeing each other, and practicing together every day, but one was always awake and the other was lost.
"Qin Molin." Deep in love, she called his name over and over again, as if she wanted to burn it all into her soul.
But he remained silent, expressing his lovesickness through actions over and over again.
Time seemed to flow quickly between them, and he was so greedy that he didn't want to be separated from her for a moment.
When love is deep, the star stone keeps turning, guiding the stars in the sky.