My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker

Chapter 1946 3.392 I'm Not A Restaurant

Duanmu and Mata also stood at the stone table.

Except that the fat man may still be chatting with the ladies and sisters, everyone else has arrived.

"I have been informed that the people of Tianci College tomorrow will have to go to the venue there first. Our other colleges, later later, can start at noon." Wei Yan glanced at them, "So everyone, this evening They prepare themselves and take a good rest. "

The crowd nodded.

Zhou Dan glanced at them all and asked suspiciously, "Where is the fat man? Why haven't I seen him all day?"

Everyone looked at each other silently, no one was silent.

"Okay! It's been a whole day out there, rest early, don't do anything! Fat man, when you see him come back, you talk to him and go back to rest."

Everyone looked up at the clear sky. Strictly speaking, it was only this afternoon.

Wei Wei's instructor said that they had been out in the waves for a day, and asked them to return to the room early to rest ...

"Should you have a good meal at night?" Qiaomu asked suddenly.

Zhou Dan thought about the dishes that the little guy was carrying, and the saliva was about to come down, and he nodded again and again, "If you want to, I'll order a dish called a chicken!"

"I want some braised pork ribs!"

"I want winter melon ..."

"I, I, I, I want to eat prawns, prawns!" Xuan Xuan, eating this food, thought of fried prawns, the drool almost ran down.

Faceless paralyzed, rolled his eyes at them, snorted "I'm not a restaurant," and stomped back to the room.

"Go to bed early, eat too much and not digest."

you! !! Everyone biting on Pa Zi and looking at her back with hate, she wanted to beat this little guy together!

She suggested adding food for Mao, but finally did not add it? Isn't that making them play?

Prince Moody waved his hand funnyly and went back to the room.

At night, the crowd took out the white buns in their pockets with a sigh and sighed, planning to make a meal with pickles.

I didn't expect to hear the fragile cry of small face paralysis, "Aren't you going out to eat?"

The crowd scrambled to rush out, and at a glance they saw the rich dishes on the stone table.

Then I saw it again: the horrible facet paralysis, in a water-green uniform, was sitting at the stone table with Prince Mo, staring blankly at them.

"Xuan Xuan's fried prawns, Mata's braised pork ribs, and winter melon soup from Brother Lu! Teacher Zhou's call for chicken!"

Wow, ordering is really useful!

The crowd gathered around and felt like they were about to fly happily.

The little fat man returned swiftly, and as soon as he opened the gate of the courtyard, they saw everyone eating around the stone table and grabbing it. The chopsticks ate like rain.

He quickly closed the door with his backhand and rushed to scream, "Why, I'm going, why don't you wait for me to eat!"

"Who knows when you're going to talk to the ladies!"

"Ah-ah, walk around, give me a spot!"

"Don't squeeze! Have a share!" Qiaomu looked at a group of hungry ghosts, and raised his hand silently, "Let's get away."

Subsequently, a basin-sized soup pot was taken out of the inner circle, and a full of hot bamboo shoots and stewed fresh broth were placed in front of everyone.

A strong spirit breath spread out in the courtyard.

"My God! Get out of here, I'll get a bowl first!" The little fat man yelled, grabbed a spoon and scooped a bowl full.

While holding the bowl and drinking sloppy, praised.

(End of this chapter)