Ruan Ling looked at Pu Zihuang.

Pu Zihuang raised her chin: "I allow you to sit down and have a meal with me. Sit!"

Ruan Ling smiled and said, "I have eaten it, and I am not hungry at all now. These are all prepared by me for you, Zihuangjun. How can I eat with you at the same table as my little land god?"

"You are quite self-aware." Pu Zihuang savvyly tore off a chicken leg and ate it slowly. "If you eat all this bowl of chicken soup, I will spare your life."

Ruan Ling said: "I have a bad stomach these two days and can't eat fishy, ​​meaty and greasy things."

"Oh? The little god will get sick too?"

"Of course, I am a god with a body and eating grains, so I will naturally get sick." Ruan Lingyi said righteously, "If you catch me here, I will not be able to adapt to the environment and the environment. Naturally, I will feel sick."

Pu Zihuang looked at her and ordered Bai Jing: "Go and skim the oil of the chicken soup. This way it will not be greasy."

Seeing him like this, Ruan Ling felt a little hesitant: "Pu Zihuang, why do you have to ask me to eat this chicken soup? I said I don't like it!"

"It's fine if you don't like it." Pu Zihuang didn't insist and said lazily, "White Mirror, I'll give it to you."

Bai Jing looked at Ruan Ling shyly, and was about to tremble again: "Is it true?"

"No." Ruan Ling hurriedly hugged the chicken soup bowl, "I made this. I said who can eat it, who can eat it."

Bai Jing feels so wronged.

Ruan Ling had no choice but to pretend not to see it.

Pu Zihuang tilted her head: "Little Land, have you put something into this soup? Otherwise, why would you refuse to eat it yourself and not allow others to eat it, just give it to me? Could it be that you want to harm me?"

"How is that possible?" Ruan Ling defended, "I just feel that Zihuangjun failed my wish and felt sad."

She made a sad expression, picked up the chicken soup and poured it out.

Bai Jing screamed, feeling very distressed.

Pu Zihuang curled her lips and smiled.

In a corner where no one noticed, Xiao Hei sniffed and rushed out in a flash.

Pu Zihuang ate a chicken leg, took out a silk cutlery, wiped her hands, stood up, and said, "Your cooking skills are indeed a little better than white mirrors."

Ruan Ling smiled humbly and said, "Thank you, Zihuangjun, for the praise."

"From the future, you will stay and cook for me and be the cook of my Wanju Villa. If you don't agree, go and bury me!" Pu Zihuang said and got up and left.

He did not give Ruan Ling any chance to speak against him.

Ruan Ling looked at his departure back, and a cunning look flashed in his eyes.

She sat back to the table, took out the small porcelain bottle from her arms, put it in the palm of her hand and played with it, and said to herself: "How can this full bottle of good materials be wasted in a basin?"

Bai Jing asked curiously: "What did the girl say? What good materials?"

"I mean, I put an exclusive secret recipe in the dish, so it's so delicious." Ruan Ling smiled sweetly at him.

Bai Jing was surprised: "Ah, it turns out that the girl really has a secret recipe. I don't know what it is, can I give it to me? I can also make it for the owner to eat in the future."

"Do you still need a secret recipe?" Ruan Ling took advantage of her chin and looked at him with a smile, "Xiaobai, haven't you heard what your master said just now? I am a cook in the future, and you will be unemployed."

Bai Jing was stunned and left with tears in her face.
Chapter completed!