And the most important thing is that these things taste very subtle.

It’s not that the craftsmanship is not good, but I don’t know that the taste of His Highness Tianhu is a little different from that of normal people. I still often regard salt as ice and snow and sprinkle it on it casually. In short, it’s very salty.

"What? I personally cook for you, and I'm not happy to eat it?" Lucia stared fiercely and charmingly.

"No... we are so moved that we can't speak." Under Lucia's female power, the three of them said something against their will.

"It's all Boss Fan's fault. This account will be recovered from him another day."

Maragbi murmured quietly, and the other two nodded in agreement.

Then, he stretched out his hand stiffly and picked up a dish. Look at me, I look at you, and the three of them ordered to close their eyes and eat them in one bite.

The next moment, the three of them opened their mouths slightly in shock, looking dull, and six lines of tears poured out.

"I seem to dream of a big river and can't see the other side, but there is a very friendly voice calling me over."

"I dreamed of a flower field, and the dead grandmother sat there and smiled at me."

"I dreamed of Lena, and she handed the bento she made herself into my hands."

The three of them each told their own feelings.

"How is it? That's not bad, this is my proud work. The bad guy also said it was delicious. Of course, I didn't make it for him to eat, but occasionally I made too much, and only a little bit left. I just felt that I wasted all of it, and I wasted all of it, and I wasted it, and I wasted it, and I wasted it, and I wasted it, utterly!!"

Lucia put her hands on her chest, her round face flushed, and her beautiful fox ears and fox tail kept shaking.

It's not easy for him.

When she heard Lucia's words, she saw that she was obviously using a lying tone and small movements, emphasizing the words "not special" and "little little". For a moment, the envy, jealousy and hatred of the three of them turned into understanding.

At this time, under the table, Bai Lang gently kicked Maragbi and glanced at him.

This is the tacit understanding that only the three of them understand under Lucia's female power for many years.

[Old Ma, find a way to anger Lucia.]

The white wolf said in his eyes.

[Do you want me to go to hell?!]

Maragbi replied with such an angry refusal look.

【It's better than all of us going to hell.】

The white wolf's eyes fell on the table, and there were more than ten plates of dishes... No, it was on the salt of the dish, and the meaning was self-evident.

【Even so, why is it me?!】

Maragbi was even more sad and angry.
Chapter completed!