"What? Boiled noodles? " Yun Ruohan is a fool. The younger martial sister said that cooking girl is not good at all? Why do you have to cook noodles all of a sudden today“ No, how can you describe the cooking skill of the younger martial sister as not good at it? " Leng Yumo said in horror, "that's a devastating thunderbolt! At the beginning, we were so stupid and naive that we asked our younger martial sister to help us roast a red pig. As a result, our younger martial sister blew up most of our temporary cave and almost didn't bury us in it. "“ Yes, that's not the most important thing Luoyu added, "the most important thing is that what the sixth elder martial sister cooked is no longer food. It's more terrible than poison. Xiaobao, don't you think so? " Xiao Bao blinks. Er, he lived in the mountains with his mother. My mother occasionally tried to cook. As a result, she refused to give him something dark. She left it aside and poisoned a black bear to death. Even Muyan's loyal support for Xiaobao is speechless. It can be seen that Muyan's cooking is so destructive. Even Yun Ruohan, who was always calm, couldn't help saying, "well, younger martial sister, I don't think you should cook any more... What do you want to eat? Elder martial brother asked you to go to the shop at the foot of the mountain." Mu Yan just a faint smile, whispered: "this bowl of noodles, I want to cook out." With that, he went straight to the smoke kitchen without waiting for people to talk. Just, have not entered, was pushed into a familiar embrace. Xiaoyaomen people see is Emperor Ming Jue stopped Mu Yan, immediately relieved. Fortunately, master Mo is here. I'm sure I can persuade my younger martial sister. Mu Yan looks up at the Emperor Ming Jue and opens his mouth to talk. But see Emperor Ming Jue to hold her hand, afterward toward the air lightly a Yang. The smoke dissipated and a new kitchen appeared“ Yan Yan, if you want to learn how to cook noodles, I'll teach you. " Xiaobao rushed over and said, "mother, Xiaobao can also help you." Muyan squatted down, gently stroked Xiaobao's face, and said in a low voice: "Xiaobao, will you wait beside me? I want to cook this bowl of noodles myself... "Here you are. Xiao Bao was aggrieved, but he finally stood by. Then, the people of xiaoyaomen were stunned to see their high-ranking, like the emperor like Mo tutor, hand in hand to guide the younger martial sister to cook noodles. Mingming is the simplest cooking process. However, perhaps no one is perfect. Muyan's talent in cooking has reached the point of extreme misery. The kitchen was blown up again and again, and was restored to its original state again and again by Emperor Ming Jue. Two people from the early morning, has been cooking to the scorching sun. Xiaoyaomen people look at this scene, can't help but feel shocked. Once upon a time, they only knew that master Mo and his younger sister were talented and beautiful. However, the heart is more or less worried. The younger martial sister has a child from the martial arts mainland. And master Mo, even in the land of cultivating immortals, is superior. Can these two really come to the end? But at this moment, there is no doubt in the hearts of xiaoyaomen. A man, high above, has the power of the world. If I didn't really love my younger martial sister, how could I be willing to accompany her to wash her hands and make soup again and again? Finally, at noon. Muyan made the first bowl of barely eye-catching longevity noodles. She put the noodles on the table outside, then turned back to pick up Xiaobao and put him in front of the table.