This concubine is very ruffian and wild

Chapter 52 My Lord, You Can't Be Spicy To Death!
Early the next morning, Wildfire appeared in the kitchen full of energy.

It turns out that cutting radishes is not an easy job!

This is especially true when cutting with a giant knife that is more than two feet long, wider than the palm of your hand, and weighs about twenty catties.

Fortunately, I had a few years of martial arts career before the wildfire, and my body was still there. Even so, I was still tired quickly.

"What's the origin of Linghu Jingtian!"

Thinking of the little radish on the chopping board as Linghu Sedum's perfectly lined nose, Yehuo cut it with extra effort.

brush!
The radish is directly divided into two, and the cut surface is neat and neat.

"He is the eighth prince of Longkong Kingdom, and he is very indifferent!"

Song Qiang introduced lightly.

No wonder the Eighth Prince is even more domineering than Lan Linger.

With a word of contempt in his heart, Yehuo once again raised his head and cut to the carrot imagined to be Linghu Jingtian's chin on the chopping board.

At noon, I added a dish - radish stewed lamb.

In the dining room, there were still only Fenglei and Linghu Jingtian, and Ding Ren was still missing.

Yehuo changed his cold attitude towards Linghu Jingtian yesterday, and personally helped him fill a bowl of rice and delivered it to him.

"I was so unreasonable to the senior brother yesterday, please don't care about it!"

Linghu Jingtian still had a stinky face, and didn't even hum.

Yehuo just piled the rice bowl in front of him, filled a bowl of rice and sat down on the chair beside Linghu Jingtian.

Fenglei was worried at first, but today was another battle for vegetables, and he was about to grab an order to eat first. Seeing Yehuo's behavior, he let go of his worries.

Unexpectedly, he just took a bite of beef and hadn't brought it to his lips.

Linghu Jingtian who was sitting opposite him sneezed exaggeratedly just after taking a bite of his meal.

Including the four dishes on the table, none of them were spared from being affected by him.

Fenglei held a piece of beef that he had sprayed with rice grains.

Song Qiang was still standing in the corner of the room with his face downcast and silent.

Only Yehuo was holding his own bowl of white rice and smiling complacently.

Three Chaotian peppers, just ground into powder, Wildfire sneezed countless times, not to mention that this guy ate such a big mouthful.

Looking down at the chili powder exposed under the rice, Linghu Jingtian's face darkened suddenly, and he took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his lips.

If eyes could kill, Wildfire must have been chopped to pieces by his eyes.

(End of this chapter)