Mu Yang responded, picked up the bowl and served a full bowl of rice. He sat down next to Xiaoqi with satisfaction.

Just as he put the bowl on the table, before he sat down, Xiao Qi took the full bowl of rice seriously to himself, and then placed his empty bowl in front of Mu Yang. Before Mu Yang made some moves, he picked up the chopsticks and ate a bite of the rice, and did not forget to comment: "Well, it's really delicious."

Mu Yang felt his brains a little bit frustrated, sat down with a dull expression, reacted for a long time, and then kicked Xiaoqi's stool hard: "Excessive!!!"

"Puff." The valley master chuckled and did bad things seriously. It was something Xiaoqi could do. "Xue'er Qing'er, you guys should sit down and eat together."

"Yes, Miss." Hearing the valley master's words, Xueer Qing'er saluted. Xueer sat in the empty seat next to Shuotian. Qing'er took away the last two bowls of rice in the bucket, handed Xueer a bowl, and then sat between Muyang and Xueer.

Xueer originally expressed extreme disgust, but when she saw the rice that was about to come to an end in Shuotian's bowl, Xueer changed her mind, took the bowl, and said to Shuotian with a clever smile: "Young Master Shuotian, I'll give you this rice."

When Shuotian heard this, he habitually wanted to reach out to pick it up, but then he thought about it and then retracted his hand: "No, no, Miss Xueer, you eat it, Brother Mu cooks very delicious."

Xueer smiled and her eyebrows were curved, "There is no reason to make the guests unable to eat enough? I prefer to eat rice. Could it be that the young master dislikes Xueer..."

"No, I don't mean that, so I'll thank Miss Xueer."

Mu Yang was stunned. Is this still the fierce tigress?

No, the point is not this. The rice I cooked for myself is gone? It’s gone!!!

I didn't eat it!

Mu Yang looked at Qing'er who was enjoying the food with a sad face. It was all your fault. You obviously didn't let me cook too much, but now you are eating my meal. That's my meal!!! Women are really... hypocritical.

Qing'er felt Mu Yang's resentful gaze, turned her head and smiled at Mu Yang, pretending to be surprised and said, "Oh, Mr. Mu has no food yet? I'll serve you a bowl."

Mu Yang still looked at Qing'er sadly, watching her skillfully take her empty bowl, lift the lid of another wooden barrel, and fill a bowl full of white rice, the rice was as white as snow, steaming hot...

I can still do it after accepting my fate. I will make a pot tomorrow! Enough!

Mu Yang comforted himself like this, took the bowl of rice, and did not forget to say thank you heavily to Qing'er.

The old man was the most attentive to eat. He picked up a chopstick and scrambled eggs with tomatoes and slurped it, "Well! Well! OK, it's better than the noon one."

The valley master also picked up a piece of fish and put it in his mouth, but he did not praise Mu Yang, but the smile on the corner of his mouth did not disappear.

Shuotian was also shocked by taking a bite and kept whispering to Xiaoqi.

Even Xue'er had to pout and was impressed by Mu Yang's cooking skills.

There should be only one Xiao Qi present, who knows Mu Yang's skills.

During the days when he was secretly protecting him in Xingyuan City, Mu Yang was not uncommon to cook for his friends.

Every time the fragrance caught my greed, I had to worry about my identity and could not make any moves. This time I finally got it.

Xiaoqi suddenly became serious and asked, "Mu Yang, do you remember what you promised me when you were in the ruins?"

Mu Yang was stunned. He thought about it briefly but didn't remember...

"What did I... promise you?"

Xiaoqi served a bowl of soup, glanced at Mu Yang, and gave a reminder with great thoughtfulness: "Draw lots..."

Mu Yang racked his brains to recall it carefully, and suddenly, he suddenly realized it!

"Ah, yes, yes, I forgot it. I'll do it for you after I finish my work this time, so I can do it for you."

At that time, Mu Yang said casually that he wanted to invite Xiaoqi to eat roast duck, but he didn't think that this old and unruly person was still remembering it.

Anyway, it’s not a difficult task. When you have time, just make a few more.

Their conversation could naturally be heard by others. Shuotian asked in confusion: "Brother Mu, what are you doing?"

"It's nothing. I promised Xiaoqi to make roast duck for him before."

Shuotian widened his eyes and exclaimed: "I'll go! Can you still make roast duck?"

"Don't swallow it before talking! Don't spit out the rice!" Mu Yang pulled the rice grains on his hair, extremely disgusted.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm rude." Shuotian apologized to everyone.

However, not only Shuotian was surprised, but Xueer and Qing'er also cast curious eyes.

Mu Yang sorted out his hairstyle and said naturally: "Yes, what's the difficulty?"

Then, everyone, including the old man, looked glaring, as if they had found a treasure. Even the Valley Master, who had never given Mu Yang a good face, looked at him with a smile.

Qing'er asked softly: "Then why don't you do it tomorrow, let's see what you see."

As soon as she finished speaking, the old man put up his chopsticks, slapped the table and scolded him: "It's not so good! How can you always bother the guests to cook?"

Qing'er was so scared that she quickly put down her bowls and chopsticks and stood up. She seemed to have made a big mistake and was panicked: "I'm sorry, Master, it's Qing'er who is rude. Mr. Mu, Qing'er apologizes to you."

However, Mu Yang clearly saw that the old man was blinking at him quietly!

How could Muyang not understand the old man’s meaning?

He quickly said, "Oh, old man, don't blame Sister Qing'er. I don't have any other hobbies, I just like cooking. I can't walk when I see the kitchen. I finally come here. Of course, I have to do my best to punch and kick. I will make a table for you tomorrow!"

With the steps, the old man naturally went down: "Since Mu Yang has spoken, let's forget it, Qing'er, sit back and have a meal, no such thing as a pretext."

The valley master Yu Guang glanced at Mu Yang, then looked at the old father who was smiling secretly, and shook his head. It seemed that his father's stomach was completely caught by Mu Yang.

Mu Yang looked at Shuotian, who was sitting next to Xueer, and then looked at Xiaoqi, who was eating elegantly beside him, and asked, "By the way, Qi Master, Xiaotiantian, where did you go in the afternoon? Did you go on a shy matter behind my back?"

Shuotian almost squirted another bite of food on Mu Yang's face, and Xiaoqi was almost stuck by the fish bones in his mouth. Why did this guy dare to say anything? Besides, there are girls here.

Xiao Qi slapped Mu Yang on the back of the head and explained: "Don't talk nonsense, I'm just helping Shuotian take a portrait."

Mu Yang was slapped and his temper also came up, as if he was wronged: "Two big men went to take photos. Isn't this a shame?"

It made Shuotian very embarrassed. He secretly glanced at Xueer and Qing'er and found that they were covering their mouths and laughing.

The old man would also smile: "Haha, it's great to be young. Go out for a walk and take some portraits, and it will be a wonderful memory in the future."

Shuotian echoed: "What the master said is, my father taught me this way, so I like to find the beautiful scenery in the world and record it in my hands."
Chapter completed!