Speaking of this matter, An Haoyang was also at a loss for words, "Yes, give birth to a little Black Abyss Falcon."
An Jinlin's eyes suddenly lit up, "Doesn't that mean our family will have another spirit beast?"
Before An Haoyang could speak, Chu Jingzhuo smiled and said, "Sorry, our sect has one more spirit beast."
An Jinlin was choked.
He looked at An Haoyang.
Shouldn't this kid belong to them and settle down?
An Haoyang gave him a helpless smile, "The cub follows its mother."
Just one sentence made An Jinlin's expression dim.
He opened his mouth, but fell silent when he thought about Wan Xuanzong's situation.
My master knows Lei Yun!
Who can have such ability?
An Jinlin's face twitched at the thought, and he quickly changed the subject. "Although we don't have the steamed buns you mentioned here, the animal food tastes pretty good! How about you bring some back for the spirit beasts to try?"
"No need." Ke Chongbo refused directly, "They prefer the steamed buns made by our master."
He said casually, "My dad's Changkong has tried two kinds of food before, and he prefers steamed buns."
An Jinlin's pupils shrank.
Isn’t Ke Chongbo’s father Ke Lu, the elder of Changtian Sect?
He did have a spirit beast, and he often came to their store to buy animal food.
Recently, the other party has reduced the amount of animal feed purchased.
When he was checking the accounts before, he was wondering if there was a problem with the quality of the animal feed, which was why he reduced his purchases.
He also planned to visit Changtian Sect to find out the specific situation.
Unexpectedly, it turned out to be this person!
The other party has found food that he likes better, so he has reduced the purchase of animal feed.
Thinking of this, An Jinlin couldn't help but ask, "Um... do you have the steamed buns you mentioned? I want to see them too."
"Yes." Ke Chongbo nodded and readily took out a steamed bun and handed it to Xiao. "Here, here you go."
He was going to bring these steamed buns back for Changkong and Taxue.
Unexpectedly, since no one was around, the steamed buns were still there.
"Thank you!" An Jinlin took it happily.
Looking down, his smile froze on his lips.
He used a little strength in disbelief, but the bun was still as hard as a rock, without any dents.
An Jinlin's eyes widened, "Is this a steamed bun?!"
In his concept, steamed buns are soft and fluffy, the kind that shrinks when pinched.
This must be stone, it's so hard!
"It's a steamed bun!" Ke Chongbo nodded. "Isn't this a steamed bun? It's so round!"
An Jinlin: “…”
Seeing him begin to doubt his life, Qin Yiwei smiled and said, "We all call it steamed bun."
An Haoyang also nodded, "Its name is steamed bun."
"..." An Jinlin's mouth twitched, "Okay, steamed buns."
His smile was a little stiff. He quickly put the steamed buns into the storage bag and then took them into the room.
After entering, Qin Yivi also took out the tea and wine and placed them on the table.
An Jinlin has asked someone to bring up hot water.
Chu Jingzhuo took the hot water without hesitation, brewed a cup of tea, and handed it to him, "Be careful, it's a bit bitter."
An Jinlin took the teacup, not noticing that he said "a little bitter", blew on it, and took a big sip.
When his tongue sensed the bitter taste, his expression instantly twisted!
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