Chapter 1127

Qin Zong nodded slightly. He had almost eaten and began to drink soup.

The soup bowl is full of ginger slices.

Lord Qin ate a mouthful of ginger.

He took the bowl and his eyes paused.

Not only ginger slices, but also some other seasonings. The smell filled his mouth, which made master Qin's Jianmei wrinkle tightly.

Master Qin's mouth was full of ginger slices. His eyebrows loosened slowly and chewed and swallowed slowly.

Melon eaters clenched their fists: shit!

There are so many ginger and spices that I can eat it!

Young master Yan put his slender legs together at random, held Qin Zong's hand, put down the soup bowl, smiled and looked at him, "Zong Zong, it's shameful to waste food."

"Besides, I specially served it for you."

Xiao Qi: tut.

The master's revenge.

Yan Tao: hum!

I'm forced to do this. I don't believe he won't talk to me!

The onlookers trembled with fear: young master Yan is so terrible

It's a bowl full of ginger slices mixed with spices

The slender fingertips of the young man pressed on the edge of the soup bowl. The peach blossom eyes looked like a smile. Qin Zong glanced at him, raised his hand silently and drank the soup.

One bite

Two

Qin Zong was so cold that he drank it one mouthful at a time.

Not a drop left.

The melon eaters were stunned with their rice bowls.

I just felt that what I saw had subverted their previous imagination.

no

My idol is not like this!

They recalled the major general Qin they had seen in the past.

Cold, wise and powerful.

Is this childish and proud man really the same as major general Qin?

Qi Zheng tut tut sighed twice. This time, he cast admiration on his cousin.

If you can eat it all, your Kung Fu is also great.

Yan Tao's smile quietly dissipated. Staring at Qin zongjun's excellent face, he mocked with a smile: "you really have extraordinary perseverance."

Hum!

Ignore me?

Young master Ben has ignored you!

In the cabin, the boy stood on his side, his smile faded clean on his picturesque and handsome face, his eyes were dark and unclear, and his posture was cold and indifferent.

Qin Zong looked at her and read qingyangzi's words. A suffocating pain came up in his heart,.

The man's bony fingers pinched the soup bowl with great strength. It was faintly visible that the fingertips were pale.

Young master Yan suddenly turned and walked to the opposite side. His dusty face looked like ice.

The young man took a step towards the window with long legs, sat down expressionless, pulled down the curtains, took care of his eyes and raised his mind.

Hum!

Who's not a baby yet.

Ignore me, I still ignore you!

The moment the boy turned around, he didn't see the man vaguely pale.

Qin Zong's eyes were locked deeply, and huge waves rolled at the bottom of his eyes. He closed his eyes slightly, remained silent for a moment, and put down the soup bowl.

They sat across the aisle, but they didn't look at each other.

Someone couldn't help but poke Lian Feng secretly and lowered his voice, "Lian adjutant, did major general Qin quarrel with young master Yan?"

"Is this, is this the cold war?"

Lian Feng sat in his seat like an ant on a hot pot. He took a sneaky look at Yan Tao and Qin Zong.

In the past, master Yan coaxed master Qin.

It's good now. Master Qin is angry with master Yan.

Lian Feng covered his face, tried to reduce his sense of existence, and went to clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

Cracks spread out on the white porcelain soup bowl, which must be broken at any time.