Song Yan cooked eleven dishes, almost full of round tables.

"Let's all come to dinner." Song inkstone greeted, in fact, he did not greet, the girls have long smelled to the dining room.

Soon, the women sat down, Murong Coke took up chopsticks, picked up a fried chicken and put it in her mouth. After only chewing, an unspeakable taste burst into her mouth and captured her taste buds.

"too... It's delicious, and the cooking skills of the stinky scholar have increased a lot! "

With vague remarks, Murong Coke chewed a few times and swallowed the meat, then extended his chopsticks to another plate of stir-fried vegetables.

When the...