Feng Ming blinked at him, as if to indicate that there was no problem.

An Xuetang did not notice the secret interaction between the two.

Ning'er quickly asked the kitchen staff to bring the still hot breakfast.

After it was served, Mo Junyi eagerly pushed a small bowl of noodles in front of An Xuetang and handed her chopsticks, "Mom, try this noodles. I made it myself."

"..."

An Xuetang was surprised, "Ziling, did you do this? You got up early in the morning and went to the kitchen to do this?"

"Yes, Mom, try it quickly and see if it tastes good."

Seeing his expectant look, An Xuetang didn't bother to ask anything else, and quickly took a few bites under his gaze.

"Ziling, your skills are getting better and better."

"Really?" Mo Junyi was praised, and he immediately felt like floating in the sky.

An Xuetang praised without hesitation, "Really, these noodles are very delicious."

After saying that, she took two more bites in response to the situation.

However, Fengming didn't let her eat too much. He only saw Fengming moving the bowl of noodles away from her.

An Xuetang blinked, and before she had time to ask anything, she saw Feng Ming pushing a plate of dumplings in front of her and said unhurriedly, "Tang, eat some dumplings. These are made by my own hands for my brother."

"..."

She looked at him in shock. Her brother didn't look like the kind of person who knew how to cook!!

What kind of day is today? Why is everything so wrong?

What was wrong yesterday is not right today!

"Brother, are you okay?"

Feng Ming raised his eyebrows, "What can happen to me?"

"Then why do you think of cooking?"

"Then Mo Junyi can make noodles for you, so why not make some dumplings for you?"

An Xuetang: "..."

There's nothing wrong with it, but...it looks weird to her!

But she still asked everything, and she was very considerate and ate two of them.

Although Feng Ming didn't ask her out loud whether it tasted good or not, the expectant look in his eyes made An Xuetang almost laugh out loud.

After eating two, An Xuetang finally couldn't bear to hang on to him, so she said, "Brother, are these dumplings really made by you?"

Feng Ming felt a little uneasy and looked at her expression carefully. Did she like it or not?

If he doesn't like it, he can blame it and say he didn't make the dumplings.

The problem is that he is not sure whether her expressionless look is satisfied or dissatisfied!

Before Feng Ming could say anything, Mo Junyi on the side said with a little ridicule, "Mom, these dumplings were really made by my uncle. I taught him the same way as mom did before. It's a pity..."

Speaking of this, Mo Junyi paused for a moment, showed a mocking smile to Feng Ming and continued:

"It's a pity that a certain person is not good at learning and wastes a lot of flour. The plate of dumplings you eat is the one he finally succeeded in making after six failed attempts. If it's not delicious, don't do it.

Sorry."

"..."

His embarrassment was exposed by Mo Junyi, and Feng Ming narrowed his eyes in dissatisfaction.

He looked at Mo Junyi, his eyes full of warning, but Mo Junyi knew that Feng Ming would not do anything to him if An Xuetang was there. Not only was he not afraid, but he also gave him a provocative look.

.

Ning'er looked at Mo Junyi's crooked smile, and then at the livid face of her valley master. She pursed her lips and almost lost control of her expression.

An Xuetang didn't need to hold back, she covered her mouth and smiled and then said to Mo Junyi, "Ziling, be polite to your uncle, and save him some face for things like this in the future."

Mo Junyi seemed to have heard it, and nodded obediently: "Mom, I know, then I will save some face for my uncle in the future and not say anything about his incompetence in front of outsiders."
Chapter completed!