As soon as these words came, the exiled fairy in white raised her eyes and looked at her.

"Haha, I don't mean anything else. I just think it's dirty from my paws, so it's time to help you clean it." She smiled awkwardly, handed the soup in her hand forward, and said in a light voice: "You'd better drink the soup first! This soup will be cold and will not be good."

Mo Chen looked at her deeply before stretching out his slender and fair hand, took the bowl of soup and took a sip.

Seeing this, Feng Jiu finally let go of his heart and secretly exhale. She sat down cross-legged beside him, and indulged in interest, pulled off the other side of the spiritual leg and handed it to him: "Come on, eat, there's so much!"

Mo Chen looked at the boy holding J-legged hand and didn't reach out to pick it up for a while. In his past experience, he had never eaten like this, and he just held it with his hands to eat it. I don't know how to say this feeling.

Feng Jiu knew his thoughts as soon as he saw him. When he looked like an exiled immortal, he knew that he had never tried this way of eating. So he smiled and said, "Eating R in such a large piece tastes more delicious. It is definitely a different feeling than eating with chopsticks. Just try it out."

Seeing this, Mo Chen hesitated for a while and still reached out to take it. However, he did not eat like Fengjiu, but instead tore off a small piece of it and ate it slowly.

Fengjiu laughed out loud, took out the chopsticks and placed them in front of him, asking him to pick up food later, and he would tear off a piece of R without hesitation to eat. After about an hour, only the things on the grass were left in a mess.

Mo Chen felt a little rude when he saw this. After all, he wouldn't make the desktop like this. Even if it wasn't called a desktop, he still felt that it was not elegant. However, when he saw the boy digging a hole on the side and burying all the things in, he couldn't help but feel surprised.

"There is a stream in front, let's go there to wash your hands!" Feng Jiu buried all the bones and plates into the ground, clapped his hands and called him, and walked towards the stream not far away.

In the stream, she washed her hands and washed her face. Just as she was thinking of finding a place to lie down and rest for a while, she saw a robe handed to her.

“Washed.”

The gentle sound is faint, like the flowing water of a mountain, clear and pleasant.

She turned her head slightly, poked her head out from behind the robe that was blocking her face and raised her slightly, looking at the man standing in front of her and handing her robe. At this time, he was only wearing a robe with a faint expression on his face, looking down at her.

"Oh, okay." She responded, took it and washed it in the stream. However, it would be fine if it didn't wash it, this wash...

Feng Jiu had cold sweat on his forehead. Looking at the robe that was getting dirtier as he washed, he didn't dare to look back.

Not far behind her, Mo Chen looked at Fengjiu's back with a faint expression, and then looked at the sky where the sun set. After a long time, he heard a sound of tearing fabrics. He came back to his senses and looked at the boy, and saw the boy holding his robe in a daze.

He got up and walked over and took a look. When he saw it, his eyelids twitched slightly.
Chapter completed!