"Well, Brother Guanghan, calm down and have a drink of soup." Big Fatty Yu tremblingly handed over a bowl of hot soup.
Yun Qingyan gave Yu Dapang a look - good job.
Guang Han didn't want to pay attention to Big Fatty Yu, he just wanted to throw out the guy who pretended to be young and took advantage of his sister.
Yun Qingyan quickly took the soup from Big Fatty Yu's hand and handed it to Guang Han, "Brother Guang Han, drink the hot soup.
Although Big Fatty is not good at anything else, the spiritual meal he makes is a treasure. "
Big Fatty Yu flattened his mouth and glanced at Yun Qingyan aggrievedly.
What do you mean nothing else works? He's fat...well...
Big Fatty Yu scratched his head, as if he really couldn't think of any other specialties...
At this time, if it were anyone else, Guang Han would definitely have refused.
But now, the person who handed him the soup was his sister. Guanghan pursed his lips, took the Shiquan Dabu Tang and drank it in one gulp.
Yun Qingyan: "..." Why did you drink so fast!
There was no buffering time for her at all!
"Brother Guanghan, do you want it to be hot or not?" Yun Qingyan handed over the handkerchief.
It is most difficult for people to communicate when they are impulsive. She has to wait for Guanghan to calm down before everyone can communicate calmly.
When they were at the Yun family, Guang Han and Di Jiuque seemed to have a bad relationship. They hadn't seen each other for so long, but they didn't expect... their relationship to get even worse.
"It's not hot." Guang Han said.
"Qingyan." As soon as he calmed down his eldest brother, another cold, slightly childish voice sounded from behind him.
Turning around to look over, Di Jiuque was looking at her quietly with a pair of dark phoenix eyes open.
No... the bowl in her hand.
"After finishing the snacks, I thought it would be good to have some soup to go with it."
"Hehe. Brother Ninth, you are so discerning!
My chicken soup is the only one in the world! Delicious, fragrant and nutritious!
Brother Jiu, you are blessed! "
Upon hearing that Di Jiuque took the initiative to drink soup, Big Fatty Yu suddenly swelled.
He gave a thumbs up to Emperor Jiuque and smiled so happily.
Hidden in the darkness, Feng Liao's cold gaze swept across Yu Dapang.
Your Majesty is the Supreme Lord of the Nine Layers Palace. He has never seen any rare treasures or eaten any spiritual fruits. It is his blessing that Your Majesty is willing to drink his soup.
This guy actually said he was blessed! Regardless of priority! Blind and blind!
But... the soup made by this fat man is indeed very fragrant, and even he gets excited when he smells it. Do you want to take it back and train it before becoming a cook for your superior
Feng Liao had already secretly made up his mind about Big Fatty Yu.
"Come, Ninth Brother, have some soup." Big Fatty Yu happily handed over a piece of Gu soup.
But Di Jiuque just glanced at him coldly and did not take over.
Di Jiuque blinked his eyes in confusion, and suddenly his eyes shone, as if he understood something instantly, "By the way, I almost forgot, Brother Jiu, you are still in child form, so it's inconvenient.
Come, let me feed you! "
Di Jiuque's face was cold, "No need."
The cold voice was as cold as the Nine Nether Hells.
The beaming Yu Dapang froze in place, almost hiding in the corner and drawing circles.
What did he do wrong
Ji Weiran looked at him sympathetically.
Where is the soup on Cloud Nine? It doesn't matter whether you drink the soup or not, what matters is the person who delivers the soup.
Fortunately, Big Fatty Yu is usually quite shrewd. Why did he act stupid at this time
Yun Qingyan took the soup Gu from Big Fatty Yu's hand and said helplessly, "I'll do it. Big Fatty, you go and rest."
She glanced at Di Jiuque.
If it weren't for his reverse growth, he would never have indulged him like this!
(End of chapter)