jdhmnovel Chapter 170 It’s hard to tell
Chapter 170 It’s hard to tell
Xuan Ling pursed his lips. He was actually unwilling to let Sang Yunqi consume his original power anymore, especially after seeing Fan Lou fighting with him today.
But he had to admit that Sang Yunqi was right. If the young prince heard about this from someone else, it would be better for them to say it themselves.
He hesitated for a long time and asked a question that got to the point.
"So, who's to say?"
Sang Yunqi: “…”
The two guys who were just about to get excited about fighting suddenly became depressed again.
Chu Xinglan waited in the yard for a long time, but the two old guys didn't come back. He felt a little puzzled and didn't know what they were discussing in hiding.
But my stomach was growling with hunger, and after waiting for a while I couldn't sit still any longer, so I walked towards the kitchen.
As soon as I walked to the kitchen door, I saw two people sitting there like frost-bitten eggplants, wondering what they were thinking.
There was obviously no sign of fire in the kitchen, and it was as clean as new. It was obvious that the two men came in and just sat at the door and did nothing.
"Master, aren't you here to cook? Where's the food? I'm so hungry."
His voice called back the two people who were daydreaming. They all looked at Chu Xinglan at the same time. But after a moment of staring at each other, they looked away guiltily, leaving Chu Xinglan confused.
At this time, Sang Yunqi also realized what Chu Xinglan had just said, stood up and walked towards the stove.
"How about I help you do it now? You go wait in the yard. It's very fumy here."
Xuan Ling also nodded quickly, casually took out a few vegetables from the basket in the corner, and washed them in the sink.
"Yes, just wait there. We'll call you when the meal is ready."
Chu Xinglan looked at the two busy figures again, finally shook his head slightly and left the kitchen.
Of course he saw that something was wrong with the two old guys, but what could he do? Of course he pretended not to see it. After all, they were all elders, so he had to save face for them.
After Chu Xinglan left, Sang Yunqi and the others breathed a sigh of relief and put their worries behind them for the time being. They actually started to cook seriously. Although Xuan Ling was not the chef, he was very efficient in helping out.
As if feeling guilty, the two of them were showing off their cooking skills in the kitchen in various ways.
Half an hour later, when Xuan Ling brought the steamed spiritual rice to the table, all the dishes were ready.
Chu Xinglan looked at the table filled with plates. Each one was exquisite and beautiful, with a strong fragrance. There was everything grown in the fields, running in the mountains, swimming in the water, and even flying in the sky. It was so sumptuous that it felt like Chinese New Year.
Xuan Ling attentively served him a bowl of soup and placed it in front of him, saying with a smile: "Eat quickly, little prince, aren't you hungry?"
Sang Yunqi sat down next to him, handed him the bowl and chopsticks, and naturally began to pick up food for him.
"Eat more. You must be exhausted after the fight last night."
Seeing this, Xuan Ling was not willing to be outdone, and soon Chu Xinglan's bowl was piled with food like a small mountain.
Chu Xinglan didn't know where to start with his chopsticks for a moment, as both of them were looking at him expectantly.
He suppressed the awkward feeling and put a piece of food into his mouth with chopsticks. Before he could taste it, Xuan Ling asked hurriedly.
"Is it tasty?"
Chu Xinglan: “…”
He really couldn't bear it anymore, so he threw away his chopsticks and said angrily.
"Can you two just tell me what you want to do? Are you going to let me eat?"
The more he looked at these two men, the more he disliked them. He wished he could give each of these two handsome faces two punches.
Xuan Ling was like a frightened bird. He shrank back to his position in an instant, cowering like a child who had done something wrong, and glanced around again and again with a look of grievance in his eyes.
If it were in the past, how could one see the demon clan's national master showing such an expression? The truth was that he was too guilty in front of Chu Xinglan. He wanted to show his courtesy but was not very experienced, so he could not say anything when he was rejected.
Sang Yunqi originally found Xuan Ling's lackey-like appearance very annoying, but now he felt instantly comfortable seeing him like that.
The expression on his face was very natural, and he handed Chu Xinglan a new pair of chopsticks as usual.
"Eat quickly and leave him alone. He is mentally ill."
After that, he started to pick up food and eat, just like they usually did when they ate together.
Chu Xinglan snorted in his heart and wanted to say something but finally held it back. He grabbed the chopsticks and started eating, obviously not wanting to pay attention to anyone.
After eating, Chu Xinglan stood up directly, without caring about the expressions of the two people, and said that he was going to go back and rest. Then he returned to his room that he almost forgot about, and slammed the door.
"..."
At the dinner table, the two people who had been pretending to be serious put down their bowls and chopsticks when they saw this, and were so worried that they didn't know what to do.
The delicious food on the table tasted like chewing wax in their mouths and was very difficult to swallow.
Sang Yunqi looked at Chu Xinglan who had specially returned to his room and sighed. It was over. He was really angry this time. He didn't even have the pillow to hug him at night.
After returning to the room, Chu Xinglan took a comfortable hot bath. After using spiritual power to dry his hair, he thought about lying down on the bed for a while and having a good sleep.
The fight in the secret realm had exhausted his physical strength and spiritual awareness. If Sang Yunqi had not shamelessly kissed and hugged him later, and had not come back and performed a drama with Xuan Ling to expose his background, he would have given up long ago.
But when he walked into the bedroom and saw that the place where the big bed was originally placed was empty, he felt sick and long-lost memories began to attack him.
When I first came back from Cang Yun Country, I was worried about Sang Yunqi's health and was so anxious that I could only go to my master's room and smell the familiar smell to get a good night's sleep.
Later, in order to have a clear conscience to stay, he simply split up his own bed. After that, when Sang Yunqi came back, he stayed in his master's room.
As proud as he was then, as bitter he is now.
Especially, in order to express his dissatisfaction just now, he deliberately used a lot of force to close the door, which was clearly telling Sang Yunqi that he would have to stay alone in the empty room tonight and that he would not serve him anymore.
Chu Xinglan randomly found a cushion to sit on and rubbed his eyebrows in annoyance.
When his room was first decorated, there was only a large bed, and there was no small couch for lying down.
So he would either have to sleep on the floor for the night, or shamelessly go to Sang Yunqi's room and sleep on his big bed.
But when he thought about the two old guys still sitting outside, he didn't have the face to go out, okay?
The more Chu Xinglan thought about it, the angrier he became, especially when he realized that the culprits for all this were obviously those two old guys, and yet he had to suffer the consequences.
Why can't he sleep on the bed? Those two shameless old guys should be the ones sleeping on the floor.