Lunch finally started at noon, but after sitting down, when the metal plate was opened, Chu Fei suddenly found that these were ordinary meat noodles. At this time, he couldn't help being silly. Although we ate some food with Bruce Lee, how many chefs can't make some good ones?

naturally, seeing Chu Fei's question, Mo Yu smiled and said, "ha ha, there are many people in the imperial palace. We ate their big meal. If we do it again, it's too late. Hum, it's good to let them eat noodles for a few days!"

"squeak -" looking at the noodles, Bruce Lee smells the fragrance, and it can't help crying...