Chapter 130

Duanmu yawang was busy in the kitchen for almost an hour. When it was dark, the dishes were finally ready.

It adds up to almost twenty dishes.

Almost every dish is a big dish with complete color, flavor and taste.

Duanmu yawang originally wanted to send someone to bring the food to his room, but was stopped by the Sanskrit Scripture. "The master doesn't like things touched by others. Let's do it ourselves."

"OK." Duanmu yawang was busy for almost an hour, and his forehead was almost full of sweat.

Finally, she and the Brahma Sutra took her to move more than ten dishes and dishes to her room in an instant.

When Bai finished the things, Duanmu yawang thought of the people she had driven out of the kitchen. Before they knew they had left the kitchen, they went back and told them, and asked the housekeeper to give them a night's holiday and give them something to compensate.

Then go back to the room.

The table in Duanmu yawang's room was not big. Finally, the dishes were stacked two layers before all the dishes were put on the table.

In the whole process, Gong yulanzhi sat on the bed and looked at Duanmu yawang for a moment.

Duanmu yawang felt his sight and said, "Why are you still sitting in bed? Don't you come yet?" the meals are ready and brought. It's enough to ask her to invite him over.

Gong Yulan just pursed his lips and came down from the bed. He sat down in a position on Duanmu yawang's side. He looked at the dishes and Duanmu yawang.

"What's the use of me?" Duanmu yawang was angry. He handed him the dishes and chopsticks and said, "you said you were hungry. Eat quickly."

Then she hung her head and began to eat.

The Vatican Sutra Duke Yulan only did it far away. He looked at him eagerly. Seeing that he was not angry, he pinched up his chopsticks and carefully pinched them to eat.

Gong Yulan sipped his beautiful lips and looked at Duanmu yawang's hand. Then he grabbed chopsticks to clip a diced chicken in front of him.

But I caught it twice and didn't pick it up.

Duanmuya saw something strange, "can't you use chopsticks?"

He looked at the chopsticks in his hand with a gloomy face and accidentally replied, "yes."

What a fart!

Duanmuya saw that he stretched out his hand to pick up the dishes again. He still didn't pick up anything. His hand holding chopsticks was very stiff. He turned his eyes angrily, put down the dishes and chopsticks and said, "I'll teach you."

Then she stretched out her hand, played with his big white jade palm and said, "your thumb and index finger should be so hard, and your middle finger..."

Gongyulanzhi doesn't allow people to get close to him within three feet. Duanmu yawang has already made an exception. She even kicked him many times, but it's across the clothes.

He subconsciously wanted to resist when he saw her two small hands reaching out to him, but his heart seemed to jump when he remembered the last time she held his wrist.

It felt wonderful, like the heart was scratched by something very soft and gentle.

Itchy, rising.

It's irresistible.

He couldn't forget that feeling, so this time, Gong Yulan didn't hide.

He lowered his eyes and let Duanmu Ya look at his two delicate and small hands, playing with his fingers and palms wantonly. The two hands were almost close to each other. Her soft hand was on his hand, which made him instantly feel the feeling that she had held his wrist before.

The Brahma Sutra looked at this scene and was already stunned and felt strange as never before. He couldn't say what was strange, but he forgot to chew the meat just put into his mouth, so he swallowed it whole, and it was very uncomfortable to get stuck in his throat.

However, he didn't dare to cough, so he had to chew hard to swallow the chicken.

"Do you understand?" Duanmu yawang called Gong Yulan once, raised his eyes and asked.

Gong Yulan didn't answer. He stared at their hands. He thought her hands were really small. Is his hand as big as her two hands?

Thinking so, he suddenly wanted to have a try.

He was about to stretch out his hand. Duanmuya saw that Gong yulanzhi had been lowering his head. He looked down and found that he had been holding someone else's hand. Moreover, he found that his palm was hot. The temperature seemed to be ironing directly to her heart.

My heart warmed up.

She was so surprised that she immediately let go of his hand.

The touch on his hand left, and what he wanted to do was not realized. Gong Yulan's face was not good-looking again, and he looked at Duanmu with his lips.

Duanmu yawang couldn't see it. He just felt a little flustered and embarrassed. He picked up his dishes and chopsticks and said to the Buddhist sutra with a red face: "cough, continue to eat, continue to eat."

Then, take a big bite of grilled rice.

Gongyulanzhi still looked at her, motionless.

Duanmu yawang ignored him at first, but he kept staring at her after picking up a bowl of white rice. She couldn't help it. She pressed down the strange feeling before, raised her eyes and said to him, "don't you say you're hungry, why don't you eat?"

Then, thinking he still couldn't get the food, he reached out and put a chopstick into his bowl, frowned and said, "eat."

Uh!

The Vatican Sutra, which managed to swallow the food, almost choked again.

He stared at Duanmu yawang and hurriedly said, "xiaoyawang, there's something in your chopsticks..." however, before he finished, he saw his master holding his chopsticks rigidly and slowly sandwiching the food into his mouth.

Looking at the Sutra, he swallowed all the words back into his stomach.

He looked at his master in a daze.

"If you can't use chopsticks, use a spoon." duanmuya saw that his eating appearance was almost noble and elegant, but the action of grasping chopsticks in his hand was very stiff, which didn't match him and couldn't help saying.

"It's useless for a long time." Gong yulanzhi seemed dissatisfied. He slowly swallowed the things and frowned.

Too long useless?

Duanmu Ya looked at him in his twenties. She was not angry. "It's only twenty years at most." then she reached out to take down the chopsticks in his hand and stuffed him with a spoon, "use this, otherwise you can't eat at all."

Gongyulanzhi didn't stop her behavior. However, as soon as the spoon in his hand was put into his hand, he took it down again, continued to pick up chopsticks and said unexpectedly, "more than that."

Duanmuya saw that he was using chopsticks and didn't object. Hearing the speech, she raised her eyebrows: "more than twenty years? How many years is that?" is he not only in his twenties, but older?

Gong Yulan paused for a moment, as if he were thinking. After a moment, he said, "forget."

The days are too long. I have forgotten how many thousands of years it is.

The Sutra also sighed when listening to Gong yulanzhi's answer.

Not only the master, but also he forgot how long it had been.