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Chapter 790

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He saw that the chicken in the cauldron was almost done.

Zhen Xiaoxiao stood up and reminded Lian Zizhuo with a smile.

"You can't eat it. I'll go to Huan Zhu and get some dishes for Young Master."

The meat she made was specially for Small Gruel. Zhen Xiaoxiao did not want to be the first woman in Dongling to put down Lian Zizhuo.

When Zhen Xiaoxiao's bouncing figure disappeared into the snow, Small Gruel patted the dust off his knees and grabbed the fattest chicken from the pot and stuffed it into Lian Zizhuo's hands.

"Don't stand on ceremony. Eat!"

With a smile on his face, Small Gruel was so generous to his food for the first time.

Lian Zizhuo's eyes darkened as he held the steamed chicken with vermilion fruit. He quickly recalled the beasts that Zhen Xiaoxiao had put down as food in Dongling's Elixir Beast Competition...

His body was not much stronger than the Black Sand Poison Centipede, which was famous for its ability to resist poison.

Then, he thought about Small Gruel.

You!

You're definitely not a fool!

Lian Zizhuo raised his head abruptly and stared at Small Gruel with eyes that almost burst into flames!

But the flames disappeared as quickly as they came.

No!

Forcefully suppressing the urge to use pressure to test Small Gruel's strength, Lian Zizhuo knew that if he did that, he would most likely be framed for "bullying".

Lian Zizhuo's eyes flickered several times before he finally squeezed out four words.

"Thank you, but I'm not hungry."

Although he said he was not hungry, he did not throw the chicken back into the cauldron. Instead, he carefully wrapped it in a cloth and stuffed it into his storage bag.

Lian Zizhuo tried his best to hold back, unwilling to have a direct confrontation with Small Gruel.

This person could provide considerable combat power for the upcoming war between the north and the east. As the protector of Dongling, he had to maintain a good relationship with him.

But what gave Lian Zizhuo the most was that he had only seen Zhou Zhou a few times. Why was he so angry at him?

Eh?

That's really impressive!

Small Gruel was stunned. He didn't expect Lian Zizhuo to already know how amazing Xiaoxiao's culinary skills were. He also didn't expect that even though he knew he was harming people, he wasn't angered.

Not easy to deal with!

Little Congee grabbed the chicken and started to chew on it. He was more wary of Lian Zi Zhuo.

He knew that if he continued to be petty and was discovered by Xiao Xiao, he would lose …

"I'm back."

Zhen Xiaoxiao returned as quickly as he left, carrying a delicate basket on his arm.

Placing the basket in front of Lian Zizuo, Zhen Xiaoxiao returned to sit beside Small Gruel and smiled apologetically at Lian Zizuo.

"Young Master, you probably know that most people can't accept the things I make."

It wasn't because he was petty, but because he knew his own limits.

It was one thing to poison an ordinary person, but if he poisoned Lian Zi, his head would probably fall to the ground.

Do you hear me?

You are all ordinary people.

Only I am different!

Feeling that Xiaoxiao was praising him, Small Gruel was immensely proud of himself.

"It's fine."

Lian Zi Zhuo waved his hand and handed two cups of wine to Zhen Xiaoxiao and Small Gruel. He then opened the basket, picked up a piece of pastry with two fingers, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"How are Jiu Zimo and Cen Yuanqing in the War God Temple?" Zhen Xiaoxiao started the conversation.

It had been a while since there was any news of those two fellows. Young Master Lian suddenly came to visit the Spirit Gate, so Zhen Xiaoxiao naturally had to seize the opportunity to greet them.

"Those two …"

Lian Zi Zhuo's gaze deepened. After a moment of contemplation, he told Zhen Xiaoxiao the joke of the four hundred nights of favor with a black face.

"Pfft, hahahaha!"

Because the killing power of this story was too strong.

Zhen Xiaoxiao couldn't control his laughter, and the wine he just drank spurted out from his nose.

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