Mo Hua nodded, then endured the odor and swallowed the pastry.

Although this pastry is unpalatable, it can fill your stomach at least.

At this time, there is nothing to choose from.

As the ink painting was eating, I suddenly heard someone talking.

One of the people who spoke was an old man who cooked in the kitchen, and the other one was a little familiar with Mo Hua.

Mo Hua raised her head from the bottom of the table, took a secret look, and found that the other person was the fat monk.

The fat monk killed the thin monk and asked for directions with the thin monk's head. He entered the Black Mountain Village, but he only had a job of delivering food.

The old man instructed the fat monk and said, "Give this meal to the young master, don't let him starve to death."

The fat monk nodded.

Mo Hua was chewing the pastry, but suddenly he was stunned.

"Young Master? What kind of young master?"

Mo Hua frowned.

"It won't be... the young master of the Kong family."

Thank you Uncle Yan, the reward from the dark night Xingchen ~

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Chapter completed!