It's estimated that this guy was too hungry before. He thought everything was delicious. Thinking of Fang Da Shaozhu's miserable life, Zhong Lingjun naturally thinks so.

"Well, do you know what delicious is?" Noting Zhong Lingjun's disapproval, Fang Tianyou is very dissatisfied. He can't even chew the chicken. He says it scornfully.

As an unswerving brain powder, Fang Tianyou will never allow anyone to despise Gu Fenghua in any way, and barbecue is no exception.

"I don't know. It's just a roast chicken. What's wrong?" Zhong Lingjun said unconvinced.

"I'm too lazy to tell you more. Just try it yourself." Fang Tianyou didn't want to argue with him, so he stopped and carefully folded a small tip of his wing and handed it to Zhong Lingjun - it could only be this small tip, no more.

As a matter of fact, he was secretly distressed when he took off the tip, and even worried about whether he would accidentally hit the other side's method.

Well, Mr. Fang used to taste Gu Fenghua's skills. He shouldn't have been so stingy. In the final analysis, it's all the sequelae of digging black ore.

"..." looking at the tip of the wing, which is not much bigger than the fingernail, Zhong Lingjun almost walked away. Even if you feed the dog, you can't be so stingy. Do you think it's dragon meat?

However, looking at Fang Tianyou's provocative eyes, he still took the tip of the wing. He wanted to see that it was just a pheasant. What can Gu Fenghua cook.

This idea only lasted until the moment before the entrance of the wing tip. The next moment, Zhong Lingjun's whole body was shocked, his eyes widened, and his face was incredible.

As soon as the tip of the wing enters the mouth, the indescribable delicacy spreads. It seems that there is an electric current flowing all over the body and immersing the soul.

Zhong Lingjun didn't know how he ate the tip of the wing, because his whole mind was blank, as if time had stagnated at this moment.

"Well, do you know what delicious is and what delicious is?" It was not until Fang Tianyou's proud voice rang out again that he finally returned to his original mind.

Zhong Lingjun wants to say something, but he can't open his mouth, because he doesn't know how to describe such delicacy, and he's afraid that the aftertaste remaining between his teeth will slip away. So, he just stares at Fang Tianyou's little roast chicken left in his hand. He can't help but swallow his saliva, and his eyes are still glowing green.

"It's good for you to have a taste. What else do you want? There are no doors. " Fang Tianyou subconsciously back two steps, a face vigilant said.

If half a quarter of an hour ago, he saw Fang Tianyou as if he was facing a great enemy, Zhong Lingjun would snort: it's a roast chicken. Do you really think it's a treasure?

But now, he never thought that again. If you change yourself, who dares to make the idea of roast chicken, he will not hesitate to fight with him, even if the king of heaven comes, he will never succeed.

Zhong Lingjun deeply understands the feelings of the other party's God at this time, and naturally he won't hit the idea of the small half of the roast chicken in his hand, but directly hit Gu Fenghua's body - oh no, it's hit her several roast chicken and roast rabbit.

"That, elder martial sister Gu..." Zhong Lingjun bowed his back and showed a flattering smile that he had never seen before.

"What's the matter?" Gu Fenghua side focus on turning the barbecue, while asked.