As soon as the words fell, the white-clothed banished immortal looked up at her.
"Hehe, I don't mean anything else, I just think this is because my paws are dirty, so it should be clean for you." She smirked, handed the soup forward in her hand, and said softly: "You'd better have a mouthful of the soup first! This soup doesn't taste good when it's cold."
Mo Chen took a deep look at her, then stretched out his slender white hand, took a sip of the soup.
Seeing this, Feng Jiu finally let go of the mentioning heart, and secretly exhaled.She sat down cross-legged beside him, and when she got interested, she pulled off the chicken leg on the other side and handed it to him: "Come on, eat, more!"
Mo Chen looked at the young man holding the chicken thigh, and did not reach out to pick it up for a long while. In his past experience, he had never eaten something like this before eating directly with his hands. I don't know what to say.
When Feng Jiu saw him, he knew what he was thinking. Seeing him like an immortal, he knew he hadn’t tried this way of eating, so he smiled and said, “Such a big piece of meat tastes more delicious. It’s definitely something like eating with chopsticks. It feels different, you’ll know if you try."
Seeing this, Mo Chen hesitated, and reached out to take it, but instead of taking a big bite like Feng Jiu, he tore off a small piece and ate slowly.
Feng Jiu laughed loudly, then took out his chopsticks and put them in front of him, so that he could pick up the vegetables and eat them later, he was polite to tear off a piece of meat and ate it. About an hour later, only the things on the grass were left. The next mess.
Seeing this, Mo Chen felt a little disrespectful. After all, he wouldn’t make the desktop like this in the past. Even if it couldn’t be called a desktop, he still felt that it was not elegant, but when he saw the boy dig aside. When the pit buried all those things in, he couldn't help but feel surprised.
"There is a stream in front, let's go there to wash our hands!" After Feng Jiu buried all those bones, plates, and other things in the ground, he clapped his hands and called him to walk to the stream not far away. go with.
In the stream, she washed her hands and face again. When she was thinking of finding a place to lie down and rest for a while, she saw an outer robe handed to her.
"Cleaned up."
The gentle voice was faint, like the flowing water of a mountain, clear and sweet.
She turned her head slightly, poked her head from behind the robes that stood in front of her, and raised her head slightly, looking at the man standing in front of her with the robes in his hands. At this time, he was only wearing a shirt, and his expression was faint. Looking down at her.
"Oh, good." She replied, and washed it in the stream after taking it, but it's okay not to wash it, this wash...
With cold sweat oozing from his forehead, Feng Jiu didn't dare to look back when he looked at the clothes that were getting dirty.
Not far behind her, Mo Chen glanced at Feng Jiu's back with a faint expression, and then looked at the sky where the sun was setting. For a long time, he heard the sound of tearing the fabric, and he looked back at the boy. When I went, I saw the young man holding his robe in a daze.
He got up and took a look, his eyelids twitched slightly.
I saw that the oily paw print on his sky silk robe was washed away, but after it was opened, it also melted away, leaving a large dark spot on the white shirt. I don’t know how the boy washed it. He was able to shatter his sky silk robe, and looking at the opening on the robe, he felt speechless.