In the pavilion

When Fang Yuan saw the Crane and the Seven-tailed White Fox coming, she instantly smiled on her face, "Are you here? Come and taste it. This is what I just made. Usually, I am more attentive to food in the sect.

After all, it’s rare to be a life-long time. How can those delicacies be disappointed? So although I rarely go out of the house, I also study food in the sect. You may not have seen these things outside, but they taste very delicious.”

Fang Yuan said to them while pointing at the thing on the table, a hint of smug expression flashed through her eyes, and she didn't notice the strange expressions of the Crane and the Seven-tailed White Fox at all.

The crane and the seven-tailed white fox looked at each other and saw a hint of embarrassment and depression in each other's eyes, including the colorful elk and human-shaped Ganoderma lucidum grass, which was also a little lacking in interest.

Because Fang Yuan’s table was placed on the table, it was when Yueying returned to Xingyue Pavilion before, and she saw the hot pot they ate. It was because of this hot pot that they were stewed over to be a coolie.

Now when they see this hot pot, they are full of scatter. What do you think is not good to eat, but they just eat hot pot? They are now punished for this thing. And looking at the color and these dishes, they always feel that they are not as delicious as the owner (maid).

After all, the seasonings of the master (madam) were said to be brought from a very far away, but they were unique, even the fragrance was different, and they seemed to have no appetite.

However, the seven-tailed white fox's eyes lit up when he looked at the hot pot. Suddenly, he remembered that Yueying seemed to ask them to come to attack this woman. The things this woman has made now are what they have eaten, and she still knows that if she says it, would it hurt the other party very much?

After thinking about this, he looked at Fang Yuan in confusion and said, "Well, Miss Fang, we have eaten this thing. Is its name hot pot right? Before this, it was brought to us by an old friend of ours.

Moreover, the color of your hot pot is a little different from the one she makes, and the taste is a bit different. Her color is stronger and has a very fragrant smell, and you can smell it from afar.

My old friend said that the base of the hot pot was brought from his hometown. There was no such thing as this place anyway. After eating it several times, we felt that the aftertaste was endless. Unfortunately, the friend is no longer here."

The seven-tailed white fox sighed pretendingly, and at the same time winked at the crane beside him. The crane quickly understood it and nodded quickly and added.

"Yes, that friend can't practice, so the life span is only a few decades. Now we haven't eaten it for a long time. Alas, if he could practice it, we might have known about this hot pot all the time?" Xianhe looked a little sad, and he felt like he had no appetite when he looked at the things on the table.

Because the human-shaped Ganoderma lucidum grass and colorful elk could only try hard to laugh, which made them endure very hard. The hot pot is indeed a little worse than the owner's, but these two guys' nonsense skills are too great, right? Are they still old friends?

In this way, doesn’t it mean that what this woman makes is pirated? And it’s not as good as others. What’s more important is that it makes this thing and makes them fall into sad memories, which is simply too disappointing.
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