My little mom is the richest man

Hearing the sound, Old Chen also opened his eyes, and saw Mu Qiu staring at him, getting up hurriedly.

"What do you think, can you cultivate but not allow me to cultivate?"

Mu Qiu scratched the back of his head, "Of course you can practice, but if you don't go back to your room to practice, why are you sitting in front of my door?"

Chen Lao Dao blushed, "This is Lao Dao's home where I am willing to practice. Is it possible that I have to report to you?"

Mu Qiu curled his lips, still feeling that there was something wrong with Old Dao Chen, but when he saw that he was angry, he did not continue to question.

"Count me talking, it's dark, I'm going to prepare dinner, isn't there anything else to do tonight?"

Old Chen nodded, "Go and prepare! It's best to prepare, I don't know how long it will take to go down and walk!"

Mu Qiu nodded, and then walked into the kitchen to get busy. After he left, Chen Laodao breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the kitchen with a guilty conscience.

In fact, he was selfish in asking Mu Qiu to prepare more dinner. He tasted Mu Qiu's craftsmanship yesterday, and now he admits that the food is better than instant noodles.

With plenty of ingredients this time, Mu Qiu can also show off his talents, and serve him a sumptuous meal when he is methodically busy or next.

When the first dish came out, Chen Laodao was attracted by the enticing fragrance, and took his chopsticks to sit at the dining table.

Mu Qiu watched his saliva almost flow out, showing contempt.

"Can you wipe off your saliva and don't drip the harazi."

Old Chen wiped his mouth, and gave him a blank look. "It's up to you to control me. I can do whatever I want."

Mu Qiu rolled his eyes, "I won't say anything! If you are hungry, you can eat first, there is only one soup left, and it will be ready soon."

As soon as Mu Qiu spoke, Chen Lao Dao didn't care about the three-seven-twenty-one anymore, and immediately started to eat.

Seeing how he was eating, Mu Qiu wondered how long he hadn't eaten.

When Mu Qiu boiled the soup and served on the table, Chen Laodao ate half a plate of any dish, and Mu Qiu couldn't help holding his forehead.

"Old Chen, you look like this. How long has it been since you went out to make people think you, you pay attention to your image, can you?"

Chen Laodao continued to stuff his mouth with food, and said tirelessly: "I can eat whatever I like at my own house, plus it will be fine for a while? Hurry up and go out soon after eating."

Mentioned about going out, Mu Qiu didn't say anything, and hurriedly sat down and started eating.

A table of food and two people were not wasted at all. Chen Laodao finally held the pot of soup directly and drank all the soup without a drop.

After eating and drinking, the two of them had a short rest, and then took their things and went out. Old Chen took the yellow cloth bag he brought back last night and walked very conspicuously at night.

Mu Qiu's gaze stayed on the yellow cloth bag, and he couldn't help asking: "Old Chen, what exactly are you yellow cloth bag?"

"They are all things that can be used today and can save lives."

Mu Qiu thought about it for a moment, and said to him hurriedly, "Should I give me some life-saving things? I won't have to trouble you if I encounter any problems."

Old Chen gave him a blank look, "Will you use it?"

A word was blocked by Mu Qiu again, Mu Qiu curled his lips and stopped talking, and the two people behind him came to a crossroad.