See blue Ling Feng mouth corner a smoke, some black line of look at me, immediately language knot. -

I asked Conglu to make a pot of tea and some biscuits (the production method, of course, is from my God of food) to entertain Lanling Feng (hehe, by the way, to entertain himself), so as to thank him for his "blood donation" in tantao. -

"what is this?" Blue Ling Feng slightly frown, way. -

"this is a good thing. Its name is biscuit." I grabbed a biscuit and ate it for myself. "If there was an oven, it could be made into cookies!" -

"oven?" Blue Ling Feng mused...