I have to say that Xuanyuan's cooking is really good, but compared with Song Yan's cooking, it's still a little worse.

After lunch, they soaked in tea, and a group of seven people sat together again.

The tone of the Nangong Tianbao is particularly mild: "Xiao Huang, the former comment on Wu was interrupted because of the treatment for our wounds, now you go on talking."

"OK." Song Yan nodded, then picked up the teacup on the table, smiled and swept over six people:

"Look, your predecessors, what is this?"

"Isn't that a cup?" Dalong Jianzhong has some confusing ways.

"No, it's not a cup, it's our body." Song Yan...