The male god of quick time travel, give me face

Chapter 1269 Twin Life Tribulation (65)

Luo Zian's hand relaxed a little, but he still didn't let go of Luo Xing. He leaned his head on Luo Xing's shoulder, absorbing the warmth.

Luo Xing patted Luo Zian's head comfortingly, "If you haven't eaten for a day, eat something first and then sleep. You won't be in such pain tomorrow."

Just after drinking the medicine, Luo Zian's mouth felt bitter and he had no appetite. He shook his head, "Uncle Ji, I can't take it. Please tell me how I came out of the prison, okay?"

"Dinner first." When Luo Xing wanted someone to do something, she didn't allow anyone to comment. She lifted Luo Zian from the bed together with the quilt, walked to the table and put him on the chair.

Luo Zian's body was wrapped, only his hands could move freely.

Luo Xing opened the food box, took out all the food in the food box and put them on the table.

Smelling the aroma, Luo Zian's eyes lit up, who had no appetite, "Uncle Ji, did you cook for me yourself?"

Every time Uncle Ji cooks, he and Min Zhuang would fight while eating, but Uncle Ji stopped cooking altogether. He hasn't eaten Uncle Ji's cooking for a long time.

Luo Xing didn't say yes or no, he opened the small porcelain cup containing the porridge, put a spoon in the porridge, "Eat it quickly."

Luo Zian took a spoon, scooped a spoonful up to his lips to cool it down, and then put it in his mouth.

This porridge is very thick, with minced meat, chopped vegetable leaves, and a small amount of salt in it. It tastes delicious and smooth.

After Luo Zian took a bite, he was full of praise, as if he wanted to praise the falling stars to the sky.

Luo Xing couldn't help laughing, and bent the corners of her lips. Even though she couldn't see her face, she could still make people feel the warmth of the first melting winter snow, "I didn't cook this porridge. If Zi'an likes it, I can ask the waiter to serve it again." Cup over here."

Luo Zi'an: "..." Uncle Ji, why didn't you say it earlier, I would be very embarrassed, okay?

The waiter got a piece of gold leaf before, and he was moved when he heard the sound. He walked over and took a look at the porridge in front of Luo Zian, and introduced enthusiastically: "This porridge is also our signature dish. Those who are not accustomed to the acclimatization when they come to the capital, every time they come here We at Xinning Inn will definitely need a bowl, Master, if you still need it, I will go and serve you some porridge."

In the second round of critical blows, Luo Zi'an wished he could put his head into the bowl.

Seeing Luo Zian's embarrassment, Luo Xing waved his hand, "Just step back. I'll call you if I need him."

"Okay, my lord, the villain will stay outside the yard, and you will be there whenever you need it."

The shop waiter said and saluted, exited the room, and left the yard.

Luo Xing placed the dishes and chopsticks, sat down on the chair, and glanced at Mo Yu, who was standing aside like a wooden stake and saying nothing, "Master Mo, thank you for taking care of An An, let's have a meal together."

Lord Mo?
Isn't it just him and Uncle Ji here?
Luo Zian raised his head, looked around the room, and then fell on Mo Yu, who was covered in blood in Su Yi.

The man's face was more beautiful than he had ever seen before. Fortunately, his aura was not feminine, otherwise he would have thought that the person standing there was a woman.

Luo Zian didn't know what Mo Yu's identity was, or what it had to do with Uncle Ji. Out of politeness, he stood up and saluted, with a decent smile on his painful face, "Thank you, Master Mo, for taking care of me, Master Mo, come and sit down Let's have a meal together next time, the porridge is not made by Uncle Ji, the dishes must be, Uncle Ji's cooking is delicious."

Ever since Mo Yu entered the Nanyue Imperial Palace and resumed his status as a prince, he has not been respected by anyone. He was a little flattered to be saluted at this moment, and waved his hands repeatedly: "No...you're welcome, I'm not hungry, you eat, you eat."

Mo Yu said he wasn't hungry, but his body was very honest. As soon as he finished speaking, his stomach rumbled twice, and for a moment he felt so embarrassed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Luo Zi'an snickered, "Lord Mo, come quickly."

Mo Yu didn't have any money on him, so he really had to point to Luo Xing to eat. He clutched his stomach and stopped struggling, as if resigning himself to fate, walked to the table and sat down, carrying a bowl of rice by himself.

After loading his own food, he packed food for Luoxing, "Ji-sama invites you first."

Luo Xing took the bowl Mo Yu handed over, and started eating with chopsticks.

Mo Yu also picked up the bowl to eat, he ate very carefully, no matter how delicious the dish in front of him was, he would only move his chopsticks for the dish Luo Xing had eaten.

He always remembered that the person in front of him was not a kind person, and it was not impossible to poison the dishes.

Luo Xing lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the dishes on the table. Guessing Mo Yu's thoughts, he ate some of each dish and then calmly picked up an extra chopstick for his favorite dish.

Mo Yu tasted a few dishes, each of which made his eyes shine, and he was overwhelmed with happiness. He was sure that there was no poison in the dish, so he was not so careful with what he ate, and he ate big pieces.

Luo Xing didn't move his chopsticks when he was [-]% full. He brought tea to Luo Zian, who watched them eating deliciously but couldn't move his chopsticks to eat those dishes, and asked him to rinse his mouth.

Luo Zian took the tea, rinsed his mouth and spit the water into the small basin brought by Luo Xing.

Putting down the tea, Luoxing naturally picked up Luo Zian and the quilt and carried him back to the bed.

She touched Luo Zian's forehead with her slender hands, and tucked him in the quilt, "The fever has subsided, so I can rest. I will probably still have a fever at night, and then I won't be able to sleep well."

Luo Zian stretched out his hand from the quilt and grabbed the end of Luoxing's wide sleeve, "Uncle Ji, you haven't told me the whole story yet, I want to hear it."

You want to hear, I don't want to talk.

This matter may not be finished in 10 minutes.

Luo Xing's pupils flickered, "You go to sleep first, and we'll talk when you wake up."

Luo Zi'an has been with Luo Xing for so long, and he fully understands her thoughts, knowing that he is useless, so his voice softened a little, "Uncle Ji, will you stay here with Zi'an?"

"Go to sleep, I will stay by your bedside today."

Luo Zian felt relieved and closed his eyes, but the strength in his hand did not loosen, he still held onto Luo Xing's sleeve tightly.

Unable to leave, Luo Xing sat on the stool next to the bed where the clothes were placed, closed his eyes and meditated.

The east wing became quiet, with only the sound of Mo Yu using his chopsticks. There was no one around, so he ate more comfortably.

Luo Xing's dishes were only a small bowl, and Mo Yu swept away all the dishes in the bowls, just enough to fill his stomach, not too much, not too little.

After eating and drinking enough, Mo Yu licked his lower lip eagerly, he looked over to the bed, and Master Ji and Luo Zi'an were both asleep.

From the point of caring for others, Ji Yuan looked different from the coldness he showed, but was a little more patient and gentle.

Such thoughts flashed in his mind, Mo Yu touched the bead string on his wrist, his eyes became silent, and he spontaneously took over the job of cleaning up the dishes, stacked the bowls together, and brought them to the well to wash.

(End of this chapter)