Time travel: Are you as professional as him in eating dog food?

"That's true... but it's useless for you to QQ me."

Wen Baixu faced everyone's gaze, spread his hands, and walked to the door.

"My words don't count. It's useless to look at me. So I'll just go make braised pork."

He opened the door suddenly and rushed out, closing the door behind him.

"Phew~ It was a close call. If you have anything to discuss, go and discuss it among yourselves..."

After muttering quietly, he leisurely walked towards the familiar road on the other side with his hands behind his back...

The door was closed, and the silence inside was frightening for a moment, but it was interrupted by Gu Yanming's even colder voice. His fingers tapped the table lightly.

"I'm going to take him away in a few days."

The voice was particularly clear in the room where a pin could drop, but no one dared to answer. Bei Ming, who was sitting next to him, looked at him and just as he was about to open his mouth, a big hand covered his mouth. The person standing next to him shook his head at him.

"Are you informing me or discussing this with me?"

Feng Jiuming leaned against the pillar and untied the belt of his cloak calmly, then walked towards the table step by step.

“It’s not really”

His voice was so calm that I couldn't believe that the person on the other side was the same person.

Feng Jiuming pursed his lips subconsciously when he heard that. His eyes flickered slightly, and his pupils gradually turned colder in an instant. He slowly lowered his steps and stared at his profile. After a moment, he suddenly laughed.

The sound grew louder and louder, and it was like a mocking

"Finished?"

Gu Yanming didn't say anything, just looked at the person in front of him quietly.

"I don't agree"

"You have no choice but to agree. I am entrusted by His Majesty..."

"Your Majesty? Hahahaha~ So now you are starting to use vulgar things to bully others?"

Gu Yanming frowned upon hearing this.

"I am not afraid of trouble, nor do I cause trouble. Even if the agreed time comes a quarter of an hour earlier, I will not let you go."

“He has something urgent to do.”

"What does this have to do with me? Brother, have you been immersed in the secular world for too long and become too vulgar?"

"You... no matter what, I will take him back, unless you want to go against the imperial power"

Gu Yanming's cold eyes shot towards Feng Jiuming as he spoke, like a sharp arrow pointing in his direction.

"It doesn't matter if you are against me, but I don't believe that your imperial power is so unreasonable."

After saying this, Feng Jiuming looked at Gu Yanming provocatively, as if to say, "What can you do to me?"

Seeing him like this, Gu Yanming didn't say anything more. He just looked at him deeply, turned his head, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"this......"

A small voice sounded at the table. Bei Ming looked at the embarrassed girl at the table.

"Don't worry, they have always been like this. If they don't quarrel for a day, it's not like... woooooo~"

Bei Ming's mouth was covered tightly again, and he could only whimper.

"Look how scared you two are of that little girl. She's got psychological trauma."

The woman came up with a swaying figure, and knocked on the table with her hand, with a warning look in her eyes.

"Anyway, it is not possible to take my disciple away from this place."

Feng Jiuming glanced at Gu Yanming and said nothing more.

"So you mean he is not my disciple. If we talk about a disciple, then he is my disciple first. He should listen to me."

"listen to me"

The woman slapped the table with a loud noise. Everyone looked at her. The girl next to her froze her hands in the air.

"You two want to offend me at such a wonderful moment, right? How about we three fight and whoever wins will be the boss?"

The two turned their heads to look at the woman, but their eyes were filled with disdain.

"What are you two looking at? I really want someone to beat you up."

"Ah"

The two spoke in unison, which was an unusual tacit understanding.

"you......"

The woman was so angry that her chest heaved violently. She kept covering her chest with her hands, as if she would die in the next second.

"master...."

Lianyi saw her master like this and ran over. Although she was not tall, she was still very considerate and helped her along her back.

“Are you guys putting on a show?”

The sound suddenly rang out, followed by the sound of wind.

The young man holding a plate of food outside the door looked at the people in the chaotic hall.

"Mmm~ smells so good..."

Lianyi, who had been helping Lin Yue to calm down, paused the moment she smelled the fragrance, narrowed her eyes slightly, and looked towards the door with an expression of enjoyment.

"Someone come help me, don't just stand there and wait for the food to be ready."

The young man at the door held a plate in one hand and called out to the people inside, but they didn't seem to want to move.

"I...I'm coming."

Lianyi's eyes widened instantly, she left the woman leaning on her arms and ran towards the young man at the door.

"Hey hey hey ~ Little Ripple..."

The woman fell to the ground unexpectedly. She rubbed her butt with one hand and reached in the direction where the girl disappeared with tears in her eyes.

"My Meat"

Lianyi tiptoed, reached out and took the plate of braised pork, squinted her eyes in enjoyment, and took a deep sniff.

“It’s delicious…”

A long sigh filled the entire hall.

"You are such a heartless person! Your soul has been seduced away by just a delicious dish. It's unfortunate for our sect."

The woman shook her head helplessly and stood up.

"Since it's so delicious, why don't you bring it to me so I can have a taste too."

As she spoke, the originally aggrieved woman's expression suddenly changed. She rubbed her hands secretly and glanced at

"Oh, it's coming, it's coming"

Lianyi ran over with a plate in her hand like a waiter, and put the food on the table.

A whole piece of plump, bright red, richly colored vegetable was placed on the table.

Except for those who have seen it before, everyone else has a look of amazement in their eyes.

"I didn't expect you to have this skill"

This time Feng Jiuming did not speak, but just glanced at her with a slight disdain before looking away.

"That's a lot you didn't expect."

As he spoke, Wen Baixu walked to the table and placed something in his other hand on the table. This was also a dish with thick oil and red sauce.

“Delicious bar”

Wen Baixu raised his little face and was about to accept their praise, but when he saw Feng Jiuming with a look of disgust, he instantly felt his mentality exploded.

"Why, you don't like it?"

Although I was very reluctant, I still asked patiently.

"Greasy...I have never..."

"I know that immortals don't eat grains, but what about you?"

After saying that, he looked at the people at the table.

Seeing this, several people hurriedly shook their heads, fearing that if they shook a little too slowly, they would be kicked out of the food tasting list.

"He is him, we are us, we cannot generalize"

Gu Yanming took a sip of tea.

Wen Baixu stood at the table and glanced at Feng Jiuming, then nodded slightly to show his agreement.

“Then I can try it first.”

A small hand quickly reached out to the plate as the sound came, and then put the hand in its mouth and smacked it.

Wen Baixu was about to scold her for eating without washing her hands, but just as he turned around, something heavy fell on his back...