Xiao Huo: "Roasted meat."
Xiao Tu: "The Manchu Han Imperial Feast."
Five different answers gave Lin Xi a headache. "You guys have such big appetites! Which one do you choose?"
Fu Jingyao chuckled, "No choice. Your husband is rich and can satisfy all the elves' requests."
The five little paper figures jumped up excitedly, "Wow, thank you for your treasure, Master!"
Lin Xi smiled helplessly, "Quiet down, we're leaving."
She took five small paper figures with her and entered a VIP room at a restaurant with Fu Jingyao.
There were two huge tables inside, one of which was filled with all kinds of ingredients, including a barbecue grill and hot pot broth.
The other table features a variety of dishes, including Xiao Tu's Manchu Han Imperial Feast and Xiao Shui's seafood feast.
Fu Jingyao said, "No one has come in here."
Lin Xi released five small paper figures, saying, "You are free now. Eat your fill today."
The little paper figures had never seen so much delicious food before. They each chose their favorite dishes and buried themselves in their rice.
Fu Jingyao's eyes were full of smiles. "Xixi, what do you want to eat? I'll get it for you."
Lin Xi pointed to the soup in the center and said, "I've never had Buddha Jumps Over the Wall before."
Fu Jingyao ladled out a bowl of soup. "Try it. The broth over there is also made with Buddha Jumps Over the Wall. You can try it."
Lin Xi took a sip. As expected of a rich person, this one sip of soup cost her a thousand or so yuan.
It's easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. After the little paper people finish this meal, how will they be fed in the future?
As if sensing something, Fu Jingyao parted his lips and said, word by word, "From now on, I will take care of you and the little elves."
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