The soldier is a girl

Chapter 997 108: General, who do you want to let whom?
The two of them didn't let the other fight, and they fought for a long time without any result, and the eyeballs of the two staring at each other were about to pop out, and in the end they turned their eyes in unison with a tacit understanding. Mo Ling, who stood aside and remained silent all the time.

"General, who do you think should let whom?"

"Stinky boy, who do you say should let whom?"

The titles are different, but the content of the words is exactly the same, which is quite a tacit understanding.

Both of them didn't expect that they would speak in unison with each other. After speaking, they stared at each other again, then shook their heads and snorted coldly at the same time, "Hmph." They looked like they ignored each other.

Seeing this look, Mo Ling laughed uncontrollably, and then said, "I'll make lunch, and you two are responsible for eating."

Mu Jin didn't say anything, but Mu Peng's mind was diverted all of a sudden, and he looked at Mo Ling like he was looking at a rare animal, "You know how to cook? Can your cooking be eaten?"

What I said to Mu Jin before was just hate, but what I said to Mo Ling is really disgusting and suspicious. After all, Mu Jin was born with mud legs, so it is not surprising that he can cook, but who is Mo Ling, let alone born with a golden spoon in his mouth, I have never seen him touch the stove in the years in Yanling before. Could it be that the years of going to the border have changed him?And who changed him?How did he learn this cooking skill?
All kinds of doubts flashed through Mu Peng's mind, and finally the imagination was fruitless. Mu Peng asked very seriously, "Mo Ling, have you encountered anything?"

When Mu Peng called Mo Ling's name, it was absolutely serious.

As for what has been encountered here, there is no clear instruction, not talking about people or things.

Mo Ling didn't look at Mu Jin but looked at the distance where there was nothing. He was afraid that Mu Peng would notice if he looked at Mu Jin. He was not afraid that Mu Peng would know something, but that they should bear some things on their own. Let others come and walk that thorny path with them.

"Well, what happened." Mo Ling readily admitted, but it was just as vague as Mu Peng, and he didn't say anything about anyone or anything.

But Mu Peng didn't ask any more questions. After all, everyone has their own secrets. Even if he is Mo Ling's master, he has no right to ask about his privacy. Since he doesn't want to talk about it, he shouldn't.

Serious for a second, the next second Mu Peng returned to the old man's appearance, "Since that's the case, go back and prepare well, let me taste your cooking, and I can eat the dishes made by you bastard in my lifetime. Lao Tzu is also lucky."

After saying that, Mu Peng turned around and walked back to his room, the meaning of chasing guests couldn't be more obvious.

Mo Ling didn't care at all, but looked at Mu Jin, "A Jin, let's go back, you are not feeling well, it's better to go back and rest more."

"En." Mu Jin obediently responded.

The next moment, the two of them stopped talking tacitly, but turned around and walked outside, but when they turned around, they didn't see Mu Peng, who was supposed to walk into the house, stood still and looked at the backs of them walking out one after another. .

The reason why Mu Peng stopped and turned his eyes was because the conversation between the two of them just now was usually nothing unusual, but he somehow felt a kind of quiet time that no one could get in.

Looking at him, I inexplicably thought of his deceased wife, and then thought of Mu Jin's eyes, they were really similar, especially the look of being angry but not expressing, it was really similar, so similar that he always I can't help but want to annoy a half-grown kid, just to look at those eyes and remember the past that can never go back...

(End of this chapter)