Ye Mingxuan, who was praised, was even happier, and the rest of the people laughed when they saw him so happy.

After a few people stayed in the square for a while, they returned to the courtyard.

Fu Ling hadn't eaten yet, Feng Zhuo returned to the courtyard, and went to prepare food for Fu Ling, considering that Ye Mingxuan had only passed the thunder tribulation and had not eaten, and considering that the others took good care of them, after thinking about it, he made everyone's meal.

Ye Mingxuan looked at the colorful and fragrant food on the table, and was a little shocked: "I really didn't expect Feng Zhuo to be so good at cooking!" ”

Fu Ling looked at the dishes on the table, his expression thoughtful, and did not speak.

"I was a little surprised, too." Yufu looked at the dishes on the table, and then looked at Yuxi, Yuliu, and Yushen, to be honest, none of the four of them could cook.

It's not a question of whether you can do it, it's a question of whether you can do it well, and there are some things that you really can't learn.

Fortunately, the four of them are jade carvings, and they usually drink some water and eat some fruit, so they don't have to eat three meals a day like ordinary people, which saves a lot of trouble.

"You're thinking too much." Just when several people were shocked that Feng Zhuo could actually cook, one person walked in with two dishes: "Your Highness did say that you want to cook everyone's food, but you must be clear that it is rice, not vegetables!" The implication is that the food is made by someone else, and this other person, except for the people who came, there is no one.

"Chasing the sun!" Bei Miao looked at the people who came in, and a look of surprise appeared on her face: "Why are you here?" ”

"Your Highness told me that you and the West Temple are in the main temple, I have always been worried about you, I know that you want to come back and come to see, I just arrived, but as soon as I arrived, I was arrested by His Highness and taken to the kitchen."

Ye Mingxuan: "...... I'll just say how Feng Zhuo can cook. ”

Yufu: "It's great to be able to cook." "He won't anyway.

Others: "......"

Chasing the sun put the two dishes in his hand on the table, and then stared at Bei Miao and took a closer look, Bei Miao's complexion has improved a lot in the past few days, not as pale as when he came to the main temple, and the whole person looks much more energetic.

After looking at it for a while, after making sure that Bei Miao was fine, he looked away and looked at the West Temple: "I heard that you almost died?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Yufu and several people leaned towards Ye Mingxuan's side, for fear that the West Temple and Chasing Sun would fight if they didn't agree with each other.

A few people didn't know, they were completely overwhelmed.

The West Shrine has always been unsuitable for chasing the sun, and it is normal for the chasing of the sun to always be like this.

"Okay." Xici said lightly: "Fu Ling rescued me." ”

"No wonder His Royal Highness is boiling medicinal porridge......" The words of chasing the sun fell, and the touching Fu Ling couldn't help frowning, and asked: "Chasing the sun, what did you just say Feng Zhuo was boiling?" ”

"Medicinal porridge." Chasing Sun looked at Fu Ling, his expression was a little shocked, wouldn't it, after Fu Ling saved the West Temple, he hurt his hearing?

I don't know if I chase the sun, Fu Ling is afraid of hardship, especially the bitterness that I want, this Bei Miao, Ye Mingxuan knows.

"Ah Ling, Feng Zhuo knows that you are afraid of hardship, maybe you will put some sugar, don't worry." Ye Mingxuan whispered to reassure.

Fu Ling didn't want to speak, so he could only accept his fate.

"Your meal." Just as a few people were talking, Qing Zhi, who went to the kitchen to help serve the dishes, came over with a white jade porcelain bowl, which was full of white porridge.

Fu Ling looked at it and hurriedly said, "I'll put a bowl first." In this way, Feng Zhuo came, and when he saw that there was porridge in her bowl, he wouldn't let her drink medicinal porridge.

The abacus was played well, but unfortunately it was too late to implement, so Feng Zhuo came in with a small bowl of medicinal porridge.