50 Lucky Wife Has Space

Chapter 1294 Jiuzhong Qingyuan (1)

The mistress is okay...

This room is the magic weapon he refined with his own hands.

It was the first time for Pei Yanning to see them, especially Lingxi who was still standing in the room waving to them and smiling.

"Dad, you are back. Wash your hands and eat some dumplings first. The ones made this time taste particularly good."

As she said that, she took the spoon directly and started serving it.

On a large Eight Immortals table in the room, there are already two rows of twelve pots, containing six and a half pots of dumplings. The pots are still cooking.

Lingxi picked out the flavors they liked, paired them with each other, and handed them to them.

Pei Yanning and the mistress looked at each other with smiles on their faces.

It was at this time that Fucang also came back, and two people came in with him, one was a boy with a baby face, and the other looked like a young man.

As for how old you are...

Being able to be with Fucang, Fucang was Xiaosanzi's former friend. They were together for the first time, and their ages were really just numbers.

The mistress was reluctant to push the dumplings in front of them to them. It was served by Lingxi, and they chose the flavors they each liked.

He pointed directly at the pots of steaming dumplings placed on the big table, "You can fill them with whatever fillings you want. If you don't know what's delicious, you can try them all."

The two people who came in were the same as Fucang, in fact they didn't have much understanding of the world.

They didn't even have the consciousness to greet others when they arrived at other people's homes. They even didn't feel that they were in other people's territory. Now when they heard what the mistress said, they walked to the table with curiosity, picked up the plate, and picked up the food. I picked up the spoon and put the dumplings on the plate awkwardly.

Lingxi looked at it curiously. She didn't know much about Fucang's origins.

However, I guess she has a lot to do with this secret realm. Now a few more people have come, but she doesn't know.

Lingxi didn't know, but Azhao was familiar with these people.

For dozens of days behind the Nine-Storied Pagoda, they were together almost 24 hours a day for more than [-] hours.

Now she saw that Lingxi was curious, so she explained to Lingxi. "That's Qingyuan, that's Jiuzhong."

Lingxi snorted and bit into the dumplings. Just as she was about to chew them, the dumplings fell back onto the plate. She looked at the baby-faced boy again in disbelief.

Kunou?

It must be the Jiuzhong she was thinking of...

Azhao seemed to know what Lingxi was thinking. He made signs with his fingers on the table. Qingyuan's was the spirit of the secret realm, and Jiuzhong was the master of the Jiuzhong Pagoda.

But there are still Qi Xiaomuhan and the others in the room...

Azhao wasn't sure what they were thinking, but spirits of the secret realm and nine-layered pagoda weapon spirits should not be easily exposed to others.

Therefore, what he said was relatively obscure.

Lingxi nodded, and only expressed welcome when the mistress introduced Ren Ren to her family, but she didn't plan to say anything else.

But Lingxi didn't plan to say much, but ever since Lingxi entered the Jiuzhong Pagoda, or to be precise, entered this secret realm, she started to pay attention to his Qingyuan and Jiuzhong.

Especially Jiuchong, she looked at Lingxi and said, "Little Ling Clan baby, we finally meet."

Lingxi: "..."

Everyone: "..."

!!!

Lingxi's mouth twitched slightly, and she glanced at the baby-faced boy. Before he could say anything, the mistress slapped him on the head.

"That's my mother."

The mistress looked at Jiuchong with a half-smile, but her tone became a little more serious.

(End of this chapter)