"It's good that the younger martial sister is satisfied. If there's nothing wrong, we'll go back first." The swing sword resisted the impulse of laughing wildly and said goodbye.

"Don't worry. I've been working hard for a long time. Let's go after dinner. I'll cook for you myself." Lorne said enthusiastically.

When this remark came out, everyone's face changed dramatically.

"I understand the kindness of my younger martial sister. There's something urgent to deal with in shengjianfeng. I'll go first." With that, the swing sword turned around and left without looking back. At first, it was just a little hasty. Later, it became faster and faster, and it was like running away.

"There's something wrong with shengfafeng, too. I'm leaving." Chang Wanfa didn't dare to lift his head. He ran away with his head down, faster than the swing sword.

"Well, I'm in such a hurry. Why don't you stay for dinner?" Luo en turned his eyes to those Nanli disciples.

"We have the kindness of martial uncle. Next time, let's talk about it next time." On hearing this, the disciples turned pale and ran away, as if they were burning their buttocks.

Don't worry. The antidote pill of nanlizong is really not enough.

"Is this what you call green jade and jade porridge?" Gu Fenghua looked at the pot of green, also don't know what to boil out of viscous things, scalp bursts of numbness.

I heard Lorne promise to cook a pot of jade porridge, but now she feels sour water in her stomach. Is it really edible? Is it sure it won't poison people?

"Yes, it's a combination of my family's strong points. It takes me two hours to make the jade porridge with the pearl rice, a special product of Wuji Shengtian, and nearly a hundred kinds of precious herbs. It's the most delicious porridge in the world. Have a taste of it." Lorne looked at her eagerly.

Although Gu Fenghua felt like vomiting when he looked at the green paste, he still took a small spoon and tasted it carefully.

"How about it, isn't it?" Lorne asked nervously.

"Well, it tastes good." Gu Fenghua nodded and said with a smile and appreciation.

"It's not worse than the white fat man's cooking, is it?" Lorne was overjoyed and asked again.

"At least you've got nine points of white fat. I didn't expect that you still have this talent. Try it yourself." Gu Fenghua continued to praise and said with a smile.

"Ha ha ha ha, I knew that I was born with great talent. No matter what I learned, I could learn as soon as I learned." By Gu Fenghua's praise, Lorne's tail was going up to heaven. He scooped a big bowl, blew a few mouthfuls of cool air, and poured it down.

Immediately, Miss Luo raised her eyes like a goldfish, then covered her mouth and rushed out like a whirlwind.

"Wow... Wow..." soon, there was a sound of vomiting outside the hospital.

After vomiting for half an hour, Miss Luo came back to the yard with the wall in her hand. Her face was so white that no one was looking at her.

"Fenghua, you've done me harm. You've said it's good for such a bad thing. You can really hold it back Lorne said with a cry in his eyes.

"Do you want me to eat when I know it's bad? Who is going to harm who? " The smile on Gu Fenghua's face disappeared after Luo en poured down a bowl of porridge. Now he didn't say well.

"I thought it would be better this time. Strange to say, it's these herbs. I think the white fat man has made them several times. How can I make them so bad? " Lorne said gloomily.

"Do you think everyone has the gift of being white and fat?" Gu Fenghua shook his head and said sympathetically.