Soon, his eyes were red and tears were pouring down, but he was also very happy.
"I told you, how could a wise eye be wrong? This little girl is just pretending." Lekong gathered his energy and transmitted his voice to Feng Xiatian.
"What, pretending? She is so good at pretending, why doesn't she go to sing?" Feng Xiatian glanced at Di Feixue in disbelief.
Di Feixue's true feelings just now even touched him a little, and at the same time he felt deeply sympathetic for Di Feixue's lonely life, and he didn't see any flaws at all.
It's a pity that such a good acting skill doesn't go to sing.
"Nonsense, do you think anyone is qualified to be Qingxi's peach blossom? If he couldn't pretend, he would have been slapped by Qingxi a long time ago." Lekong had already seen the cause and effect, so he was not too surprised.
"That's true, doesn't Yafeng often flirt in front of Qingxi, but has she ever been able to hide it from her eyes." Feng Xiatian said with deep approval.
"Qingxi is a peach blossom that is not simple. It is really exciting. I always feel that she will be the biggest threat to Senior Brother Ye." Lekong sighed.
"That's right. I feel that Gong Moyu and Yafeng will be left far behind by this little girl." Feng Xiatian also sighed.
After the two finished talking, they started to wink and make eyes again.
To be precise, it was Feng Xiatian who was winking and making eyes. Lekong's eyes were hurting and he couldn't wink for the time being.
"Humph, she actually dared to play such a petty trick in front of the master. She thought that the master would accept her as a disciple. Dreaming!" Wan Ling began to despise again. "
It is impossible to accept disciples. The master said that there will only be eight of you disciples." Yafeng said. He didn't want the master to accept more disciples, because every disciple he accepted meant one more person to share the master's love with him!
"..." Cai Cai had a few crow's feet and was further away from them. Straight men don't understand women's hearts. These two straight men couldn't see Di Feixue's true thoughts at all. Alas, they are not as good as her fish.
Actually, it is not the fault of the tea master Yafeng for not seeing it. After all, Yafeng only regarded Ye Wuchen as a love rival. He never regarded other women as love rivals, so naturally he did not see Di Feixue's little thoughts. If he had seen it, he would have already unsheathed himself.
And Di Feixue was extremely happy in her heart. She successfully got away with it. In the future, she will slowly conquer Qingxi's heart!
Di Feixue concealed her inner pride and happily led Gu Qingxi and others to continue walking forward.
"Liaokong, what's wrong with you?" Gu Qingxi occasionally looked back and saw Liaokong's red and swollen eyes with tears, and asked in surprise.
"Seeing the deep sisterly love between you two, I am so moved. In addition, I am also happy that you have made such a friend, and I am crying with joy." Liaokong rubbed his eyes and answered.
"Yes, I am so moved that I want to cry." Feng Xiatian followed and rubbed his eyes.
Are you acting? What's the point of being moved.
Gu Qingxi just felt puzzled and didn't bother to pay attention to these two funny guys.
Soon, the group arrived at a house at the deepest part of the alley. This was the residence of the famous chef mentioned by Di Feixue.
"Is Grandpa Mo here?" Di Feixue knocked on the door.
"Feixue, it's you. You are not an outsider. Just come in." An old man with a thin face opened the door and said familiarly.
"Grandpa Mo, this is Gu Qingxi, I call her Sister Qingxi. This is Senior Brother Long, Senior Brother Liaokong, Senior Brother Xia Tian, and Senior Sister Murongyi.
Sister Qingxi, Grandpa Mo is what I said, the best chef in Qingyuan City." Di Feixue introduced. He
also emphasized Gu Qingxi's "sister" identity, letting people know that she is not an outsider, but her closest person.
Anyway, Gu Qingxi didn't feel strange after hearing her call her "Sister Qingxi" all the way, but Murongyi almost burst into tears: Finally, you know my name and no longer call me Green-faced Sister.
"Junior greets Master Mo." Gu Qingxi and others said politely.
Although this chef Mo seemed ordinary and the courtyard he lived in was a bit shabby, the more skilled the chefs were, the more they liked to hide from the world. Ayun was the best example.
So they still maintained due respect for this chef.
"You are Feixue's friends, so you don't have to be so polite. My name is Mo An Gu. If you think highly of me, just call me Old Mo." The old man said kindly.
"Grandpa Mo, it's the first time for Sister Qingxi and the others to come to Qingyuan City. I would like to ask you to cook in person and help make a table of delicious food for them." Di Feixue said.
"This..." Old Mo hesitated, obviously a little embarrassed.
"Grandpa Mo, someone has already booked a table today, so can we change it to tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow?" Di Feixue said disappointedly.
After that, he explained to Gu Qingxi in a low voice: "Grandpa Mo only cooks one table of food every day. Although he is indifferent to fame and wealth, and he doesn't like money, even many people in the city have never heard of his name, but good wine needs no bush, and those who should know will always know.
So if you are unlucky and there are too many people booking tables, you may not be able to wait for a month or two. But this is the rule set by his ancestors, and no one will make an exception."
Sure enough, the kitchen masters are all of the same temperament, and the rule of the Mo family is surprisingly similar to that of Ayun.
"Since someone has already booked a table, forget it. When we have a chance in the future, we will come to see Mr. Mo's cooking skills." Gu Qingxi said sympathetically, not wanting to embarrass Mr. Mo.
"That's not the case." Mr. Mo waved his hand and said, "To be honest, I haven't cooked for a few months. Maybe Feixue hasn't been to Qingyuan City for a while, so she doesn't know yet."
"Ah... How could this happen? Did something happen at home?" Di Feixue asked in surprise.
Old Mo was right. The Fang family was destroyed some time ago, and the major cultivation families were busy dividing up the assets left by the Fang family. As a descendant of the Di family, she certainly couldn't be lazy.
Even if she came to Qingyuan City during that time, she had no time to visit Old Mo. She didn't know that he hadn't cooked for several months.
"Something did happen... Forget it, it's just a family matter, don't ask too much. Go back first, I owe you this meal, and I will definitely treat your friends well in the future." Old Mo obviously didn't want to talk about family matters, and waved his hand apologetically.
"Old Mo, just tell me, maybe I can help?" Di Feixue said enthusiastically.
"It's useless, let alone you, even the head of your Di family, plus the other major cultivation families, can't help." Old Mo smiled bitterly and said.
"Grandpa Mo, do you know who I am?" Di Feixue looked at Old Mo in surprise.
Although she got along well with the residents of Qingshi Lane, she never revealed her identity as the eldest daughter of the Di family. This was normal, she could keep a normal mind, but once they knew her origins, how could ordinary people get along with her in a normal mind?
"Thinking back then, I was also a little famous in Tiancang Continent, and I also met your father once. Others can't see your origins, but can't I?" said Old Mo with a smile.
But then he thought of the troubles at home, his smile faded, and his expression became lonely again.
"Feixue, I know you are kind-hearted, but you really can't help with this matter. Go back first, I promise you that I will show all my skills in a while and treat you and a few friends well." Old Mo said apologetically, and issued an order to expel him again.
At this point, no matter how enthusiastic Di Feixue was, she had to give up.
Since Old Mo had met her father once, he should ask her father for help. I believe that with his cooking skills, as long as it is not too difficult, her father will never refuse.
But he was sure that his father couldn't help with this matter, so what would be the point of him staying?
"Sister Qingxi, why don't we go first?" Di Feixue said to Gu Qingxi embarrassedly.
Gu Qingxi didn't move, but looked at Mo Lao in confusion.
Gu Qingxi felt a strange sense of familiarity with Mo Lao.
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