"Xinyi, since you said so, I will give you face and forget about it." Zhao Shiyu said.

"Thanks."

Chen Xinyi secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Previously, she was crushed by Fang Luo using various powers. She was very interested in the golden crystal and wanted to awaken various powers. When the time came, she would take revenge on Fang Luo and suppress him.

So I actually didn’t want to leave.

"but,"

Zhao Shiyu added: "You have to toast me two more glasses later."

"No problem." Chen Xinyi nodded, and then walked into the hotel.

"etc."

Fang Luo got out of the car: "I'll go too."

He glanced at Zhao Shiyu.

This guy was determined to kill himself just now, but when he heard that Chen Xinyi was leaving, he immediately changed his mind.

Obviously he has bad intentions.

"snort,"

Zhao Shiyu glanced at Fang Luo and snorted coldly: "Don't you want to eat it?"

"Who said I was going to eat your pig food?"

Fang Luo sneered: "Even my cat won't eat your garbage, right?"

Dian Mu: "No dogs will eat it."

Fang Luo and Dian Mu sang together, making Zhao Shiyu's face livid with anger.

If he wasn't afraid that Chen Xinyi would leave, he would have wanted to beat them both up on the spot.

Pig food?

Now is the end of the world.

Not to mention that Shancheng is a third-tier city, and its supplies are far less abundant than the first-tier city of Luocheng.

Just take the "Ionia", the largest gang in Los Angeles, and their boss probably doesn't have much chance to eat food, right?

You, a bodyguard, actually dislike my cooking bag?

"The dogs won't eat it?"

Zhao Shiyu said: "I'm afraid you can't eat the grapes and say the grapes are sour. I hope you won't drool by then."

"Okay."

Fang Luo smiled: "Whoever drools will be a dog."

Chen Xinyi said nothing.

She knew Fang Luo's details, and she had sold mutton kebabs at her auction before.

The last time I went to his manor, there were hundreds of kilograms of food on his table.

It’s true that I can’t eat the cooking bag.

I'm afraid, Zhao Shiyu is destined to be a dog.

Enter the hotel.

The economy of the mountain city is not as prosperous as that of Luocheng. This hotel is not even as good as the Luocheng Hotel, and many of the facilities inside are broken.

A bit Syrian style.

Enter the box.

On the table in the private room, seven or eight dishes have been placed, most of which are heated by cooking bags. The dishes are all soupy and watery.

It looks like I have no appetite at all.

However, Zhao Shiyu was very proud: "How about it, Xinyi, the dishes are not bad, the dates are the freshest."

"Um."

Chen Xinyi smiled slightly.

For ordinary people, this table meal package is indeed very rich.

Zhao Shiyu glanced at Fang Luo again.

Looking forward to seeing Fang Luo drooling.

However, he saw Fang Luo frowning, holding his nose with his hands, and fanning the air in front of him.

It seems to taste very disgusting.

"Pack?"

Zhao Shiyu snorted coldly: "Are you trying to cover up your inner desire with a disgusted expression? You're even lying to yourself."

"Idiot, I pretended to be your father." Fang Luo cursed.

I don’t know how many times these cooking bags have been heated at high temperatures, and their taste has long since changed.

Fang Luo was used to eating steaks and lobsters made by Qin Qian, a top chef, so he couldn't stand this kind of taste. Vomiting was purely a normal reaction.

"Meow!"

Dian Mu also frowned, not liking the smell.

He signaled Fang Luo to bring out fresh food for him.

"hungry?"

Fang Luo touched Dian Mu's belly and found that it was indeed flat.

So, he took out a snowflake steak from the space, handed it to Dian Mu, and said:

"It's not as good as home, so just eat it."

Mother Dian nodded.

After all, we are outside, so we can only make do with it.

Fang Luo himself took out a set of hot pot pots, chili peppers, Sichuan peppercorns, coriander, chopped green onions, hot pot ingredients... He used the fire power to heat and cook the mutton rolls.

The weather is getting cold.

Warm yourself up with some hot pot.

On the side, Zhao Shiyu, who was just about to watch Fang Luo drool, was stunned.

Drooling all over the floor.

wtf?

Are you blind? This guy feeds women steaks and cooks hotpot himself?

Lamb rolls, hot pot ingredients, and even the best coriander in the world.

Where did he get these things?

Isn't it the end of the world now?

Could it be that this is all an illusion, that Fang Luo's powers are a deception, and that everything is a lie?

However, the aroma of hot pot in the private room is not a lie.

Zhao Shiyu swallowed.

I want to reach out and touch Fang Luo's hot pot to see if it is real or fake.

"What did you just say, the one drooling was the dog?" Fang Luo glanced at him.

"you!"

Zhao Shiyu gritted his teeth and turned his head, trying to imagine the big meal he had eaten before the end of the world to cover up his greedy thoughts: "Who said I was drooling? I don't care. I haven't eaten anything."

However, he still secretly looked at Fang Luo's hot pot.

What is the origin of this Fang Luo?!

"Xinyi, let's eat too."

Zhao Shiyu shifted his gaze and looked at Chen Xinyi, who was also in a daze.

"oh oh."

Chen Xinyi nodded, but did not move her chopsticks, but swallowed.

Fang Luo naturally understood what she was thinking.

Picking up a piece of meat, he made an onomatopoeia: "Tsk tsk~"

Chen Xinyi's face turned red.
To be continued...