Hilarious Pampered Consort: Lord I Will Wait for Your Divorce Chapter 1836: A calm journey 3

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Qu Tan'er looked sideways and laughed and scolded: "Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and wash the pot and light the fire."

"Yes!" Qin Ling smiled, and that smile was extremely real.

Then, he turned around and started to light the fire. Naturally, the fire was not a problem for him. "Mother, sometimes I think about it. You are the turning point of my destiny."

"How do you say it?" Qu Tan'er asked with a smile, "I ask myself, but I have never done anything to help you." In other words, from the beginning, Qinling was destined to be cheated and was always being cheated by slaves.

Qin Ling smiled refreshingly and said nothing more. He knew in his heart that, to put it bluntly, if Qu Tan'er hadn't bumped into Qi'an Hall and fought with him, causing him to be defeated miserably, Mo Liancheng would have been refined by him. Even if he hadn't been refined, Mo Liancheng would have been a blessing in disguise. I'm afraid the first one will kill him.

However, his defeat to Qu Tan'er gave him a chance to live.

Mo Liancheng did not kill him, but took him with him.

After a while, the rice was fragrant, and the dishes could not be said to be delicacies from the mountains and seas. They were just home-cooked side dishes, but they were more appetizing than those luxurious dishes. Mo Liancheng also stopped, gathered around the table and stared at the dishes, his eyes seemed plain but there was a bright light, "Tan'er, did you cook the dishes?"

"Yes." Qu Tan'er nodded and sat down.

"Haha! Not bad." Mo Liancheng's eyes flashed. Just when Qin Ling was about to use his chopsticks to eat, a certain man handed the bowl to Qin Ling with ulterior motives and said: "I'm so tired, Qin Ling, help me fill the bowl of rice." ."

When Qin Ling heard this, he would naturally follow the instructions. It is quite normal to serve the master a bowl of rice. But when he turned around, he found that Mo Liancheng was already eating with chopsticks. He took it out from nowhere. There was a glass and bottle in front of him with wine poured on it, which made him stunned. Another point is, doesn’t it mean eating rice? Why are you drinking again?

As soon as he hesitated, less than half of the things on the table had been removed.

The speed at which Mo Liancheng ate could be described as ravenous.

Seeing Qin Ling coming over with a surprised look on his face, Mo Liancheng took the initiative to take the bowl and started eating in a few seconds.

In the past, no, even for such a long time, Qin Ling and Mo Liancheng had eaten at the same table more than once. However, I had never seen Mo Liancheng lose his temper like this when eating. How to describe his past posture? No matter at any time, he is elegant, calm in manners, and has the style of a noble prince.

Suddenly, Qin Ling was a little worried about why he didn't taste elegant. This doesn't quite resemble the master's personality. Could it be that the master was really stimulated and his temperament changed drastically?

Thinking about this, half of the dishes are missing.

Qu Tan'er looked at Qin Ling in a daze with some sympathy.

She couldn't care about him anymore. She ate first, then slowly, and all the food was taken away. In fact, she didn't expect that Chengcheng would still be so persistent in her choice of dishes. Hehe, she felt a sense of accomplishment.

Suddenly, she suddenly wanted to squirt, and she heard Qin Ling say: "Master, are you hungry?"

"Yes! Yes!..." Mo Liancheng's words were a little unclear, and his mouth was full of food. That pair of chopsticks never stopped, picking up food one after another.

Qinling was surprised, that’s not right, he had something to eat in the morning and at noon.

Finally, when Qin Ling came back to his senses and prepared to serve rice, he discovered that... there was only rice left! There were only empty dishes on the table, no, there was still order juice. Mo Liancheng had already put down his bowls and chopsticks, was filling himself up, and was picking his teeth. Then he waved his long sleeves and regained his unparalleled grace and sanctimony. ……