Narasha was still busy, and there were still countless jewelry flying in the sky.

Of course, she was not just busy. After dinner, Gongsun Murong made a hot pot.

The charcoal-burning is not a double-double pot, but a single-layer hot pot with a chimney, and a copper-made pot body. It is best to eat pickled cabbage and three-layer meat.

When the sauerkraut is put inside, it is green, not white or yellow.

The pickled cabbage is naturally pickled by Gongsun Murong. According to the commonly used saying of their race, it is called "sauerkraut", and "sauerkraut" is read "sauerkraut".

It is a dish that is eaten in winter in a region, one jar after another.

Narasha likes to eat it. Gongsun Murong made six jars, which were not given to others. There were also fermented bean curd, stinky tofu, and chive flower sauce.

He was responsible for rinsing the pot at this moment. After rinsing the pot, he controlled to fly to Narasha's mouth and feed her.

While busy, Narasha also took the time to eat something dipped in something.

On the table in front of Gongsun Murong were more than ten sauces, including bean paste, sour sauce, stinky sauce, spicy sauce, fish sauce, braised sauce, etc.

The sound of swallowing saliva sounded from time to time, and many people in the palace were there, and they watched, but could not eat it.

Narasha is busy, and Gongsun Murong makes hot pot specially for Narasha. Who is so embarrassed to eat it at this time?

Didn't you touch Gongsun Murong even if you didn't see him?

"Earl Gongsun, have you put out all the dipping sauces? Let me count, fifteen kinds of sauces are really unimaginable."

Manager Nezhel was looking forward to Narasha finishing her work soon so that he could eat it. He asked with a swallow.

Gongsun Murong shook his head regretfully: "It's almost done. Fifteen kinds of sauces cannot even occupy one percent of the system. There is no time, no materials, and I'm not doing it well enough, which is embarrassing."

Manager Nezhel gritted his teeth and said to himself, "You are a count, don't hit people like this, okay?" You are not called modesty, do you know? You are called arrogant."

There was a slice of sauce there, and it was said that there were few varieties and not done well. You were showing off, right?

Can a sauce form a system?

Gongsun Murong pretended not to see it. Originally, he was telling the truth.

He slurped a big shrimp at Narasha's request. The chopsticks shook slightly, and all the shrimp shells fell down, leaving only the shrimp meat. He gently tapped the shrimp paste made from the shrimp head and flew it to Narasha for food.

"I like seafood the most." Narasha opened her mouth and bit her, chewing, and said in a vague voice.

Suddenly, her eyes kept on, and then she swallowed the shrimp meat in her mouth hard and shouted: "Brother Murong, look, we've found it, we'll find the key parts that Linda needs."
Chapter completed!