The Two-Faced Venerate Emperor

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Appreciation of the illusion for a while, suddenly thinking, "Zongzi Ya, can you write me another word, I carry it every day?"

"Why?" The voice of Moya recovered from the cold and alienation.

"You left us in the future, I will miss you in the future. I can write the words out of you. Word, leave me a commemoration, okay?"

So he can't wait to think of separation?

He traveled all over the world, traveled all directions, and really encountered the first girl who was so negligent about his charm.

Shouldn't she be crying and crying, asking him to accept him as a dim room and returning to the rhythm of the Jimo family?

Why, this gimmick has not considered the matter of separation in the future?

The mood of the Moya is not even worse. The signature smiles that must be kept on the face of the sons are gone. It is straightforward to refuse, "Not good."

The illusion of fascination feels that the end of the ink seems to be suddenly unhappy, some doubts, at this time, the hemp cabinet comes with a few guys to serve.

The illusion of the fascinating face of the low point of the ink, "small ghost."

I ignored him, and the four words in the hand of the Fantasia food were regarded as treasures, and they were given to the hemp cabinet. "This is the treasure of the son of the son, and I quickly find someone to dress up and change the old sign."

He looked at the hemp cabinet, and he was also amazed. "God, god!"

Jimo Ya did not have a bit of happiness. After taking a bite of food, he would never move the chopsticks again.

The illusion is a bit strange, that is, the person in the ink world is not picky eaters!

Basically, what she does, he will eat.

So, she also picked up the chopsticks and tasted a few things. There is indeed a feeling that the taste is a lot worse...

"Zongzi Ya, don't worry, I go to the kitchen to help you make a few dishes..."

Who knows, Jimo suddenly stood up, "No, this son suddenly has no appetite."

Said, his face was faint, quiet and elegant, his body was like a fairy, and he left.

The illusion has chased two steps. "The son of the son, the son of the son, I still have things, I will not go back to you at the China Pavilion, today, leave!"

Jimo Ya originally deliberately slowed down the pace, the next second, the body's low pressure increased, speeding up the pace, disappeared outside the hallows of the Fantasy.

The illusion is snarling in the back, really, what is this stinky face, not that things are not so delicious! She said, help him to do it again, stingy, not only do not write to her, but also pick and choose.

Forget it, such a tough waiter, I will talk about it later.

Now she is in a hurry, she wants to find the magical Jiuli, so that the magical Jiuli can quickly leave the Hangyun Kyoto...

The illusion turned to the kitchen.

The chef's is not just a junior diners, but an intermediate diners. It is a fat and fat uncle who is called a fat man.

Except for Yan Fatzi, there are no other diners, only a few ordinary cooks.

What the diners have, what the illusion can't explain, each has its own way, can only pick the simple recipes of the cooking room in the primary passage room in the space, and intend to teach him.

"I want to do two fresh dishes now. After you learn to make it, it will be the signature dish of our Fantasy restaurant for half a month. If the reaction is OK, let the linen dispenser reflect it to me. I will teach you a fresh dish in the month..."