Is it so collapsed? Yan Qingrui could no longer hold back her anger. As soon as she reached out, she pressed Zhen Ziyao's entire bald head into the shiny braised pork bowl.

Can you tell the truth?

What if he acted as Journey to the West?

When she let go of her hand, Zhen Ziyao's handsome face suddenly shone brightly... oily, her face flowing.

Zhen Ziye smashed the gravy on his lips and said dissatisfiedly: "Can you still have some humor? I don't know how to respect the elderly, love the young, and how can I marry in the future if I'm so violent?"

Yan Qingrui gritted her teeth, where is he old? Where is he young? He was running the train with his mouth, but there was no truth. It was the greatest tolerance limit for her to endure until now.

Zhen Ziyao stretched out his hand at her: "Get it!"

Yan Qingrui squeezed out a few words from her teeth: "What?"

Zhen Zi Yao said, "You are stupid? You wipe the face cloth! The monk can break it, the scar can be kept, and the image cannot be lost. I am so fairy-like. What's the matter with this oil soup on my face? I can't let people have a good meal? What do you want to know? When the monk finishes his meal, I will tell you all the time. I don't have a little humorous cell, I'm really tired!"

Yan Qingrui rolled her eyes wildly and threw him a silk parfait.

Zhen Ziyao wiped a few handfuls on his face, threw it aside, and continued to eat with chopsticks.

He ate leisurely and relaxed, extremely comfortable.

Yan Qingrui felt angry when she saw it. She suppressed her, then came up again, pressed her down, and then came up again.

Is this monk sent by God to anger her?

Zhen Ziyao was eating in an orderly and leisurely manner in Yan Qingrui's white eyes, amid her endurance of anger, and her eating habits were elegant, but not slow. The fish was only fish skeletons left, the hooves were only bones left, the shark fins were gone, the shrimps turned into shrimp shells, and the Yaozhu ate them all...

In short, there was a sumptuous banquet that could be eaten by ten people before. When Yan Qingrui didn't move a chopstick, Zhen Ziyao ate them all silently, leaving only bone residue and residual soup.

After eating so many Zhen Zi Yao, he was still biting the chicken leg of another drunken chicken, without any sign of eating.

Yan Qingrui: "..."

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she really wouldn't have known that this monk was so edible. Isn't it that I haven't eaten for ten days?

Zhen Ziyao smiled and said, "If the monk tells you, the monk hasn't eaten for thirteen days and two hours, do you believe it?"

Yan Qingrui rolled her eyes: "Just blow!" He didn't eat anything for thirteen days, so he thought he was a slap in his ironclad way?

This world is not a fantasy world. Can he still fast?

Zhen Ziyao sighed and said, "It is normal for you not to believe it. Alas, how can ordinary people understand the loneliness of the demon god?" Then, in the end, the drunken chicken also became a skeleton.

Yan Qingrui said: "Are you full?"

Zhen Ziye slowly wiped the oil on his fingers with the silk slim palette and said, "It's enough to eat 80% full. You can check the bill!"

When the waiter came to check out, he saw that the table of dishes was empty. He couldn't help but open his mouth wide in surprise. Although he had seen all the big-bellied men who run the restaurant, he was so capable of pretending that he really didn't see them.

He looked at Zhen Ziyao, who was sitting upright like a fairy-like body, and looked at Yan Qingrui, and showed an expression of admiration for Yan Qingrui.
Chapter completed!