Heaven-Sent Farm Girl Builds Her Fortune And Captures His Heart Chapter 615 - 614: Luo Mansion (Part 2)

Early the next morning.

After a night’s rest, everyone felt much better.

Le Zhao held his waist and twisted slightly, looking at the bustling people of Bright Moon City with a smile: "I haven’t been to Bright Moon City for several years. Surprisingly, it’s getting more and more lively."

"I haven’t been here for a long ti either," Xuan Ying said, "I wonder if that porridge shop selling pigeon porridge is still around."

Shen Qinglan chuckled, thinking how foodies are different, rembering where the good food is no matter where they go.

"I still rember the way. How about we go find it?" Xuan Ying suggested.

Duan Yunfei glanced at Shen Qinglan and asked quietly, "Do you want porridge?"

Shen Qinglan nodded, "I’m fine with anything."

"Then let’s go have porridge," Duan Yunfei said, looking at Xuan Ying: "You lead the way."

"Sure!" Xuan Ying replied joyfully, getting onto the carriage, directing Xuan Ming.

The carriage had just left the inn for about fifteen minutes when Xuan Ying shouted, "We’re here, we’re here, brother, park the carriage on the left."

Xuan Ming glanced over and saw a small porridge shop across the street. Although it was simple, there were quite a few custors.

Xuan Ying exclaid "Hey" and jumped off the carriage, running toward the porridge shop.

When Shen Qinglan and Duan Yunfei arrived, an empty table was set up outside the shop.

Xuan Ying carefully erged carrying a small steaming clay pot, "This one is for Miss Shen!"

Shen Qinglan smiled, "Thank you!"

"You’re welco!" Xuan Ying chuckled, "Try it, the taste is pretty good."

"Mm."

Shen Qinglan nodded and was about to lift the lid when Duan Yunfei helped her open it first, "Be careful; it’s hot."

Shen Qinglan smiled at him before ladling a spoonful and blowing on it gently.

Just then, everyone’s portions were also brought out.

Le Zhao took a bite and nodded, "It’s really tasty!"

"Of course!" Xuan Ying said, "Just see who found the place."

Le Zhao chuckled lightly and said no more.

Duan Yunfei glanced at Shen Qinglan’s small clay pot, quickly using his chopsticks to transfer half of the pigeon at from his own pot to hers, "Eat more!"

Seeing this, Xuan Ying hurriedly handed over his small clay pot, "Young Master, I also want pigeon at!"

Duan Yunfei raised his brows, "Isn’t there enough?"

"Uh huh!" Xuan Ying nodded twice.

To his surprise, Duan Yunfei simply laughed, "If it’s not enough, just order another one."

Xuan Ying pouted, "Young Master, you’re really stingy!"

Duan Yunfei glanced at him, unwilling to argue further.

Le Zhao laughed and promptly transferred all of his pigeon at over, "You can have it all."

Xuan Ying snorted, "Who asked you to give it?"

Even though he said this, he lowered his head and obediently began to eat.

Beside him, Xuan Ming: ...

Who is he bothering now? It’s early morning, do these people really need to eat pigeon at in front of him?

Xuan Ying looked up at him, "Brother, could you give a few pieces too?"

Xuan Ming shot him a look, "Be careful, eating too much will cause nosebleeds."

"No way," Xuan Ying said, "The taste of the porridge hasn’t changed, but there’s much less at than before, not even enough to fit between teeth."

Xuan Ming glanced at him lightly, "Knowing it’s not enough to fit between teeth and you’re still asking others; how shaless."

"Tsk, it’s not like I took it from him," Xuan Ying looked at Le Zhao, "He gave it to himself."

"Right!" Le Zhao said, "I willingly gave it."

Shen Qinglan finished the last bite of porridge and wiped her mouth, "This porridge is really delicious."

"It’s okay," Duan Yunfei said, "But it’s not as good as the wontons at Qingyun Inn."

"You are right, Young Master," Xuan Ying said, "The wontons at Qingyun Inn are the best. Next ti we go to the Prefecture, I’m going to eat ten bowls, and those tiger-skinned chicken feet too, just thinking about them makes my mouth water."

"Alright," Xuan Ming said disdainfully, "Collect your drool and let’s get moving."