Soon, his eyes were red and bursting into tears, but his face was happy.
"I'm just telling you, how could a discerning eye see it wrong? This little girl turned out to be all fake." He gathered his energy in the air to transmit the message and said to Feng Xiantian.
"What, pretending? She's so good at pretending, why doesn't she go sing?" Feng Xiantian glanced at Di Feixue in disbelief.
Even he was slightly moved by Di Feixue's true expression just now. At the same time, he felt deep sympathy for Di Feixue's lonely life, and he didn't see any flaws at all.
It would be a pity not to sing with such good acting skills.
"Nonsense, do you think anyone is qualified to be Qing Xi's peach blossom? If I couldn't pretend, I don't know where I would have been slapped by Qing Xi." Liao Kong had already understood the cause and effect, but he was not too surprised.
"That's true. Yafeng always makes tea in front of Qingxi, but never can he hide it from her eyes." Feng Xiatian said with deep approval.
"Qing Xi is not an ordinary peach blossom, she is really exciting. I always feel that she will be the biggest threat to Senior Brother Ye." Liao Kong sighed.
"No, what do I think? Gong Moyu, what elegance, how many streets will I be left behind by this little girl." Feng Xiatian also sighed.
After the two of them finished speaking, they winked again.
To be precise, it was Feng Xiatian who was winking, while Liao Kong was suffering from eye pain and couldn't squeeze out for the time being.
"Hmph, she actually dared to play such a petty role in front of the master. She thought that the master would accept her as his disciple and dream!" Wan Ling began to look down upon her again.
"It's impossible to accept disciples. Master said that there will only be eight of you disciples." Yafeng said. He doesn't want his master to accept more disciples, because every time he accepts a disciple, it means one more person to share the master's love with him!
"..." Cai Cai raised a few crow's feet and moved further away from them. Straight men don’t understand women’s hearts. These two straight men couldn't tell what Di Feixue was really thinking at all. Alas, not as good as her fish.
In fact, we can't blame the tea ceremony master Yafeng for not seeing it. After all, Yafeng only regarded Ye Wuchen as his love rival. He had never regarded other women as love rivals, so he naturally didn't see Di Feixue's little thoughts. If you could tell, he had already unsheathed himself.
Di Feixue was extremely happy in her heart. Smoothly passed by. From now on, she will slowly capture Sister Qingxi's heart!
Di Feixue hid her inner pride and happily led Gu Qingxi and others forward.
"Long Kong, what's wrong with you?" Gu Qingxi turned around occasionally and saw Kong's red and swollen eyes full of tears, and asked in surprise.
"Seeing the deep love between you two sisters, I'm so touched. Also, I'm so happy that you made such a friend, I cried with joy." Zukong answered, rubbing his eyes.
"Yes, I was so moved that I wanted to cry." Feng Xiatian then rubbed her eyes.
Are you acting? I'm so moved.
Gu Qingxi just felt baffled and didn't bother to pay attention to these two teases.
Not long after, the group came to a house at the deepest part of the alley. This was the residence of the famous chef Di Feixue mentioned.
"Is Grandpa Mo here?" Di Feixue knocked on the courtyard door.
"It's you Feixue, you're not an outsider, just come in by yourself." A thin-faced old man opened the door and said familiarly.
"Grandpa Mo, this is Gu Qingxi, I call her sister Qingxi. These are Senior Brother Long, Senior Brother Liaokong, Senior Brother Xiatian, and Senior Sister Murong Yi.
Sister Qingxi, Grandpa Mo is what I said, the best chef in Qingyuan City. "Di Feixue introduced.
Gu Qingxi's "sister" status was also specially emphasized to let people know that she was not an outsider, but her closest person.
Anyway, I heard that "Sister Qingxi" was longer than "Sister Qingxi", so Gu Qingxi didn't feel strange at all, but Murong Yi almost burst into tears: "I finally know my last name and no longer call me green-faced sister" .
"Junior has met Master Mo." Gu Qingxi and others said politely.
Although this chef Mo seems to be ordinary and the courtyard he lives in is a bit shabby, the more skilled a chef is, the more he likes to hide himself from the world. Ayun is the best example.
Therefore, they still maintain due respect for this chef.
"You are Feixue's friends, so you don't need to be so polite. My name is Mo Angu. If you think highly of me, just call me Mr. Mo." The old man said kindly.
"Grandpa Mo, Sister Qingxi and the others are coming to Qingyuan City for the first time. I would like to ask you to cook in person and help make a table of delicious food for them." Di Feixue said.
"This..." Mr. Mo looked hesitant, obviously a little embarrassed.
"Grandpa Mo, has someone reserved a table for today? Can we change it to tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow?" Di Feixue said disappointedly.
After speaking, 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 is not good at money, even many people in the city have never heard of his name, but he is good Wine is not afraid of deep alleys, and you will always know what you need to know.
So if you are unlucky, there are too many people booking a table, and you may not be able to wait for a month or two. It just so happened that this was a rule set by his ancestors, and no one would make an exception. "
Sure enough, all chefs have the same temperament, and the Mo family's rules are surprisingly similar to A Yun's rules.
"Since someone has already reserved a table, let's forget it. When we have the opportunity in the future, we will come and see Mr. Mo's cooking skills." Not wanting to embarrass Mr. Mo, Gu Qingxi said considerately.
"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 during this period, so I don't know yet."
"Ah...how could this happen? Did something happen at home?" Di Feixue asked in surprise.
Mr. Mo was right. The Fang family was destroyed some time ago, and the major cultivation families were busy carving up the property left by the Fang family. As the young master of the Di family, she certainly couldn't be lazy.
Even if I came to Qingyuan City during this period, I had no time to visit Mr. Mo. I really didn’t know that he hadn’t cooked for several months.
"Something did happen...forget it, it's just a little family matter, don't ask any more questions. Go back first, I owe you this meal, and I will treat you and your friends well in a while." Mr. Mo obviously said Not wanting to mention more family matters, he waved his hand and said apologetically.
"Mr. 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 several other major cultivation families, can't help." Mr. Mo said with a wry smile.
"Grandpa Mo, do you know who I am?" Di Feixue looked at Mr. Mo in surprise.
Although she mingled with the residents of Qingshi Lane, she had never revealed her identity as the eldest daughter of the Di family. This is normal, she can keep a normal mind, but once they know her origins, how can ordinary people get along with her with a normal mind?
"I think back then, I was not well-known in Tiancang Continent, and I had a relationship with your father. If others can't see your origin, why can't I?" Mr. Mo said with a smile.
But then he thought about the troublesome things at home, his smile gradually faded away, and his expression became lonely again.
"Feixue, I know you are warm-hearted, but you really can't help with this matter. Go back first, and I promise you that I will use all my skills to entertain you and your friends in a while." Mr. Mo apologized. said, and issued an order to expel guests again.
For this reason, no matter how enthusiastic Di Feixue was, she could only give up.
Since Mr. Mo had a relationship with her father, she should go to her father if she wanted help. I believe that with his cooking skills, as long as it is not too difficult, his father will not refuse.
But he decided that his father couldn't help with this matter, so what use would staying by himself be?
"Sister Qingxi, why don't we leave first." Di Feixue said to Gu Qingxi embarrassedly.
Gu Qingxi did not move, but looked at Mr. Mo suspiciously.
Gu Qingxi felt a strange sense of familiarity in Mr. Mo.
