The Lady in the General’s Arms is a Bigshot in Mystic Arts

Eleven looked at his face cautiously, and was silent for a while. Seeing that Xie Cheng's face changed again and again, he said bravely, "Does the general have a leg pain? Do you want your subordinates to invite Mr. Fu back?"

Xie Cheng entered the military camp when he was a teenager. Although he has always been outstanding, he has no eyes for swords and guns. When he kills the enemy on the battlefield, he will inevitably be injured.

Over the years, he has suffered many large and small injuries, from the small ones that cut his flesh, to the big ones that pierced his abdomen with a sharp sword. He never cried out for the pain when he broke his leg this time.

But this time...

Xie Cheng raised his eyes, his handsome eyes were black, and the black eyes were deep and deep, and his tone was the same, with some ambiguous meaning, "Yes, my leg hurts, go and let Fu Ling come back."

Eleven was startled, and the moment Xie Cheng was about to speak, he lowered his head to avoid his gaze, and said, "Yes, this subordinate is going now!"

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Qinghe Courtyard.

Fu Ling also experienced the daily pain of Xie Min and Xie Yao. He squatted in the kitchen with the two of them, looking forward to the fragrant pot, and asked after a while:

"Girl Jiang, is this fish still good? It smells very fragrant to me!"

Jiang Fu, on the other hand, stood in front of the chopping board, unhurriedly cutting the vegetables, and said with lowered eyes, "Don't worry, it will taste even better if you cook it again."

Fu Ling stared at the steaming pot, wanted to cry but couldn't cry, and said a hundred words in his heart, "Don't cook it, it's already delicious, don't cook it, I think it's really edible"...

Although Xie Min and Xie Yao wanted to eat it very much, they couldn't help laughing when they saw Fu Ling's appearance.

"Brother Fu Ling, don't worry, this is where you are going."

"Eat a bean mat, shall we?"

Xie Min handed over a plate of beans, blue in color, covered with snow-white salt particles.

But Fu Ling really had no desire for this, his nose was completely attracted by the smell of the fish soup, and all his thoughts were on it.

"No, no, you can eat." Fu Ling pursed her lips, afraid that her saliva would flow down.

Just kidding, the soup is almost ready, what beans to eat!

He doesn't eat it, he wants to save his stomach to eat fish and drink fish soup!

Jiang Fu laughed, put the cut tofu into the soup, and said, "If Mr. Fu is hungry, you can eat something else. There is still a lot of food over there, which I do when I have nothing to do. In the cabinet over there, you can see it as soon as you open it."

Fu Ling watched her put the tofu in, bubbles bubbled out of the pot, and she felt even more desperate.

When the tofu goes in, it must be cooked for a while.

What a crime, why did he come here so early, if he came later, why would he be tortured like this.

Seeing that Fu Ling hadn't moved, Xie Min was very generous, handed the plate in his hand to Xie Yao who was beside him, went to the corner and opened the cabinet. There were boxes, big and small, in three layers. It is something to eat.

Xie Min said: "Brother Fu Ling likes snacks, or dried meat and fish? Ah Fu makes a lot of them."

Although Fu Ling was still greedy for the fish soup, he had to move his steps with difficulty, walked to the cabinet, forced a smile and said, "Anything is fine."

It means to eat two bites, or you will really drool.

Xie Min nodded, stretched out his hand to get the dim sum, and said while taking it, "I remember that brother Fu Ling usually likes to eat sweet things, this is the dim sum made by Ah Fu, try it."

She took down a medium-sized box, opened it, and there were a few unattractive-looking, yellowish cakes neatly placed inside.

Fu Ling's expression froze.

He had seen this at Xie Cheng's, and it didn't look very tasty.