After Mo Yunchen came to his senses, he waved to Mo Junyi, "Zi Ling, come and sit here. Today, my father has someone prepare your favorite braised pork."

Mo Junyi walked over slowly, and the tigers also wanted to follow him, but he stopped him with gestures.

After Mo Junyi sat down, his eyes met a plate of braised pork on the table. Seeing that there was braised pork on the table, he frowned slightly, but he said nothing at the moment.

He does like to eat braised pork, but he only wants to eat braised pork made by An Xuetang. No matter how similar the braised pork made by others looks, it doesn't taste that way after all. He can't eat it because they can't make An

The taste of Xuetang.

The father and son sat at the dining table, and Mo Yunchen called everyone else down. Lei Hong looked at Mo Junyi and saw that he had no objection, he bowed down.

There were only father and son and a dozen tigers left in the room. Mo Yunchen took the initiative to pick up a piece of braised pork for Mo Junyi:

"Zi Ling, try it quickly. This is what the father deliberately asked him to make. Today's cook is still from the most famous restaurant in the city. I think today's braised pork will be the taste you like to eat."

Mo Junyi nodded slightly, "Thank you, Father."

He ate the braised pork in the bowl expressionlessly. Mo Yunchen wanted to see the expression he liked or not on his face, but unfortunately, Mo Junyi did not let him see any emotion.

What Mo Yunchen is most annoying is Mo Junyi's dull look. No matter what happens, his expression can always hide his emotions very well.

This kind of Mo Junyi looks so much like Mo Yunjing, which makes him very uncomfortable!

Mo Junyi felt more and more like Mo Yunjing, and he felt like he was slapping him in the face. He was obviously his own son, but he was protected by Mo Yunjing over the years. When he thought of this, Mo Yunchen felt very unhappy.

Comfortable.

Although he should thank Mo Yunjing for this matter, he could not say thanks to Mo Yunjing when he saw that his son was obviously close to Mo Yunjing.

Mo Junyi didn't know that Mo Yunchen had thought so much. He looked up and saw Mo Yunchen frowning, and asked calmly, "Father, what's wrong?"

Mo Yunchen came to his senses, "Father is fine, how about it? Does this braised pork taste your taste?"

Mo Junyi nodded slightly, "Yeah, that's not bad."

Even though he almost wanted to spit out the braised pork in his mouth, he had to bite the bullet and say it was delicious, because as long as he was dissatisfied with it, the chef would have to die in the northern border city today.

This was the way the chef ended a few days ago.

Just because he said that the braised pork was not his favorite taste, he ordered the chef to be killed.

Mo Junyi himself didn't know when his father became so strange.

Mingming, his father was wise and wise in his impression. Everyone said that if he had not been plotted by the emperor, he would have been a rare candidate for a wise ruler.

But what kind of wise ruler can he say now?

He killed someone he didn't like, and he immediately ordered a person who was not in agreement with him.

What is the difference between him and the person sitting on the throne now?

Mo Junyi didn't understand what was wrong, and whether the father who made him proud had existed.

Mo Yunchen picked up several pieces of braised pork for him, "It seems that the braised pork today is in line with your taste, so eat more."

"Thank you, Father."

Mo Junyi is like a machine without emotions. As long as Mo Yunchen picks it up, he will eat it.

The meal was quiet until the two of them put down their chopsticks.

Mo Yunchen looked at the tiger lying on the ground thoughtfully. He was very satisfied with the silence of these dozen tigers at this moment. If these beasts could always be so obedient to him, he could keep them.

Thinking of this, Mo Yunchen narrowed his eyes slightly, "Zi Ling, you have so many tigers in your hand, I wonder if you would like to divide them half of them to your father?"
Chapter completed!