Fang Qing meant to cook noodles. To Li Tian, Fang Qing was like a chef who could cook, cut vegetables, and cook the noodles.
After eating a bowl of noodles, Li Tian felt that the taste was pretty good. The ghost king was too unreliable. He didn't even have a place to eat.
In the past, they had always followed the Vermilion Bird, and the Vermilion Bird could even cook. The two men were left behind, and they were instantly crushed by the kitchen.
"I didn't expect teacher Fang's noodles to taste so good."
Li Tian praised Fang Qing as he ate.
Perhaps it was in his nature, Li Tian emphasized the word 'down' again.
Who knew what Fang Qing was thinking at this time. Couldn't li Tian be more tactful? Every sentence was so aggressive.
"I just poisoned it."
Fang Qing said as she glared at Li Tian.
Li Tian put down his chopsticks as soon as he heard this. Then, he started to search his body.
"You're serious?"
