Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 1545 Wan'er, do you like it
Mo Xiaowan stroked his forehead, feeling a pain in his forehead.

That's right, how can such a crude hatch block the Nangong Liufeng?
When she bolted the door, she just closed the door of her heart to him, telling herself to beware of him, creating a sense of distance.

However, for a pirate like Nangong Liufeng, his world only has what he wants and what he must get, without any sense of distance or heart.

So, with a light blow, the cook in white came in with a basket.

Fortunately, ever since he used Yu Linglong's summoning technique, after Nangong Liufeng learned that she was pregnant, some nerve might have been miswired, and he was still polite to her.

The pastry was brought in by a cook in white. Nangong Liufeng was standing at the door, looking at Mo Xiaowan with a gentle expression.

"Huan'er said you like dim sum. I learned this trick. It's the first time I make it. You just eat it."

The cook in white opened the basket, and Mo Xiaowan stared at the pastries neatly arranged in the basket, his eyes staring.

Nangong Liufeng, this monstrous evildoer, is too heaven-defying!

It's the first time to make a pastry, how can it be made like this?
If you do it a few times, it's fine.

Seeing her reaction, Nangong Liufeng leaned against the door and smiled, "Wan'er, do you like it?"

She is not immune to all kinds of pastries, especially after being in the wilderness for so long.

For such a long time, it was the first time I could eat pastries, and I had no immunity.

However, because it was made by Nangong Liufeng, Mo Xiaowan curled his lips awkwardly: "I don't like it, you can tell it at a glance, it's unpalatable to death."

In Nangong Liufeng's eyes, her expression seemed to be acting like a baby.

Nangong Liufeng was in a happy mood: "Next time, we must do better."

After finishing speaking, he waved to the dumb chef who was stunned, and automatically closed the cabin door when he left.

Anyway, the hatch couldn't stop her, so Mo Xiaowan didn't bother to bother, so she pinched a piece of pastry and tasted it in her mouth. It was moderately sweet, delicious and melted in the mouth.

Anyway, all kinds of delicious food!
What Little Miss Mo didn't know was that Nangong Liufeng didn't leave when she stuffed the pastry with big pieces, but leaned outside the door to watch her eat the pastry sweetly.

The dumb chef looked at Nangong Liufeng smiling, feeling a sense of disillusionment.

Nangong Liufeng watched for a while in satisfaction, then turned his head, pulled the dumb cook out of the cabin, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Teaching well, she likes it very much."

He smiled softly and said to him: "If you don't talk to her, I won't pull out your tongue. You asked for it yourself. She doesn't even want to talk to me, so why does she like to chat with you? "

The dumb chef pointed to his throat and yelled, with an aggrieved expression on his face.

The smile on Nangong Liufeng's face suddenly showed a hint of ferocity: "How dare you be wronged? You have to know that because she let you approach, I spared your life."

The dumb chef lost his expression, and lowered his head sullenly.

Nangong Liufeng ordered: "Prepare a pot of good tea and bring it in, don't let her choke on the cake."

When Mo Xiaowan heard the sound of the outer cabin door closing, he looked through the crack of the door with his foot in mind, and saw that Nangong Liufeng and the dumb chef were gone.

Only then did she cautiously lean her back against the door, spread her palms, and look at the little note she found from the gap in the food basket.

On the small piece of paper, two boats were drawn with simple lines, a big boat in front and a small boat in the back, and a few water patterns were drawn with wavy lines.

She brought the note up to her nose and sniffed it, feeling ecstatic.

Because she could smell the sauce on it, this little note was written with sauce. She and Chu Wanling had been on Situ's big ship together, and knew that the rear cook was at the stern of the big ship sailing at sea.

The dumb cook was reminding her that there was a boat following behind.

(End of this chapter)