The Lady in the General's Arms is a Bigshot in Mystic Arts Chapter 148

But only once.

The meat in the pot seems to be ready.

General Xie, whose eyebrows and eyes were full of thousands of stars, raised his hand, took up the small bowl in his hand, and stretched his long arms directly in front of Jiang Fu.

Jiang Fu looked at his suddenly extended arm, but didn't react.

This is…

Want her to clip him?

The copper pot was still gurgling and steaming, Xie Cheng's hand was on top of the steam, it was okay for a moment, but after a long time, it must be unbearable.

Just as Jiang Fu was about to speak, the person opposite said:

"My hand was pressed last night, it hurts."

Xie Min sat on the sidelines and watched, with no fluctuations in his heart, and even wanted to laugh.

What kind of monster is he doing this.

Your hands are so painful that you can't hold the meat, and you can still pick up the bowl and pass it over?

Are you still hanging on the hot air without moving?

Why didn't you burn to death!

Xie Yao didn't want to talk to him at all, so he stretched out his chopsticks to pick up the meat, hehe, look, I'm jealous of him again, jealous of Ah Fu for picking up the meat for him!

Ah Fu didn't clip him, so he didn't clip him, how old is he, can't he clip it himself, hypocritical!

Hypocritical man!

The bowl was handed over, what else could Jiang Fu say, he could only stare at him for a couple of seconds, and quickly picked up a lot of meat for him with the chopsticks, for fear that he would be burned.

It was really the first time for her to meet someone like Xie Cheng.

Someone who can talk nonsense in a serious manner without blushing or beating heart.

Xie Cheng's ruthless iron hands naturally wouldn't feel hot, but now that the bowl is full of meat, he is finally happy.

After bringing the bowl back, he didn't stay idle. He put down the bowl directly, picked up the chopsticks, and cleaned up the cooked meat in the pot before the others could see clearly.

Afterwards, all the meat went into the Jiang Fu bowl.

Jiang Fu looked at the hilly pile of meat in the bowl, twitched the corners of his mouth very lightly, raised his eyes to look at the person sitting across from him, the person didn't change his expression, he had already picked up the chopsticks, and started eating slowly Sliced meat in a bowl.

Jiang Fu thought it was a little funny, so he asked, "Don't the general's hands hurt?"

Xie Cheng raised his eyes and said solemnly, "It hurts a bit, but I still want to clip Ah Fu."

"As long as it's for Ah Fu, even if my hand is broken, I will try my best to pinch it."

I really just opened my mouth...

Xie Yao raised his eyes expressionlessly, "This game is almost over, let's play it all."

Xie Min nodded, turned around and picked up the plate directly, the two of them were quiet, as if they didn't hear Xie Cheng's words at all, silently pushed all the meat into the pot.

This is a rare moment of harmony between their siblings.

Fu Ling also lowered her head and said nothing.

What do people say, what do people say?

I don't know what to say at all.

Fortunately, Xie Cheng only said that one sentence. If he said a few more words, several people really don't know if they can continue to sit here and eat.

It wasn't enough to cook the meat in the pot, Xie Yao also reached out to bring the following dishes over, stretched out his small hand and poured them into the pot.

The sliced meat was very thin, and it was cooked quickly. The moment the others wanted to move their chopsticks, a pair of well-knit hands held the bowl and stretched it out in front of Jiang Fu.

Jiang Fu: "?"

Xie Min: "?"

Xie Yao: "?"

Fu Ling: "..."

Yes, endlessly.

Jiang Fu could only move while saying, "Can't the general clamp it himself?"

As if angry, he only picked up a piece of meat from a big pot of meat.

Only one piece was picked up, and Jiang Fu put down his chopsticks.

Xie Cheng silently put the bowl away, looked at the pitiful piece of meat in the bowl, and whispered, "But I just want to eat what you put in."

Chapter end

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