Not far outside the door was Mo Nanyun sitting and waiting.
When I saw them coming, I stood up immediately.
"You came out so soon?"
"I'm hungry." Mo Nanfeng was a little embarrassed, then looked at him: "Third brother, I'll go ask the kitchen to make something to eat."
"Don't worry, Grandpa asked the chef to make your favorite dishes. There's no rush to go back to your residence after dinner."
"Okay, thank you, Third Brother. Have you eaten yet?"
While Mo Nanfeng was talking to Mo Nanyun, Xia Zhibai secretly looked around and found nothing unusual, so he followed Mo Nanfeng to the restaurant for dinner.
"Your third brother is gone?"
"Third brother went with grandpa."
Mo Nanfeng didn't say much at this moment. When they arrived at the restaurant, the food was already on the table.
The long mahogany table was filled with delicious food. Xia Zhibai looked at it and secretly clicked his tongue.
"Just the three of us? Can we finish this?"
"I can't finish it." Mo Nanfeng was used to it.
"What a waste." Xia Zhibai rolled his eyes at him and asked Mo Shiyi to sit down and eat together.
But Mo Shiyi didn't move.
Mo Nanfeng waved at him: "There are no outsiders here, sit down and eat together."
"Thank you, Master."
It was the first time that Xia Zhibai had eaten such delicious dishes after being here for so long. He filled his stomach until it was full before putting down his bowl and chopsticks.
"It's so delicious." Xia Zhibai looked at the table full of unfinished dishes and pursed his lips reluctantly.
Seeing her reluctance, Mo Nanfeng waved to Mo Shiyi and said, "We haven't touched these dishes much yet. Please have the servants bring them down. If they are willing to share, give them some. If not, give them to the two dogs in the yard."
"yes."
In this way, it seems that there is really no waste.
"Mr. Mo, isn't it time for you to go back to your room?" As the night progressed, the deathly aura lingering around Mo Nanfeng grew stronger.
Xia Zhibai didn't know where Mo Nanfeng lived, and urged him to go back to his room anxiously.
"Let's wait for Eleven. I don't live here."
"Where?"
It's eight o'clock now. If he is still outside at twelve o'clock, who knows what kind of things will be attracted by the deathly and noble aura emanating from his body.
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