My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

This is fortunately for my daughter, and it is the first time she has cooked food for her mother, so it can't be wasted.

Thinking of this, Du Xiangjun hurriedly got up and walked to the kitchen. He took the bowls and chopsticks from the cupboard and wanted to put rice.

But after looking around in the kitchen: what about rice? ? ?

the other side.

Lu Zijia just stepped out of the villa door when she saw Mu Yunhao standing in the courtyard at some point.

"Second Miss Lu, if you speak, I think Second Young Master will be happy to help you get rid of the Lu family."

Mu Yunhao met Lu Zijia's gaze frankly, and what he said clearly told Lu Zijia that he really heard what their mother and daughter said just now.

Of course, he didn't mean to eavesdrop.

But the five minutes that Lu Zijia said had already passed, to prevent Lu Zijia from sneaking away, he could only come in and watch people closely.

Lu Zijia looked back indifferently, and took the lead to walk out, "No, I will do my own business myself."

It should be said that it has already started.

The yin wood sign she threw under the fountain was enough to keep the Lu family in chaos for a while.

Mu Yunhao was not surprised by her rejection, as if he had expected it.

The old house of the Mu family is located on the top of the most golden Fengshui mountain in Diyang City.

Lu Zijia was so hungry that her chest was sticking to her back, and she was not in the mood to appreciate the luxury of the Mu family's old house.

When I got out of the car, my hands and feet were soft, and my face was pale and bloodless.

Seeing her like this, Mu Yunhao, who opened the door for her, couldn't help but be surprised.

Obviously, he didn't understand that Lu Zijia was fine before, how could he become half-dead after a ride?

"Can you give me some stomach first? I'm really hungry and don't want to move anymore."

Lu Zijia leaned her back on the car, as if she didn't want to take another step if she was killed.

Since becoming the ancestor of Jindan, how many years has she not tried the taste of starvation?

It's really time to go back to before liberation!

Seeing Lu Zijia's languid and imageless posture, Mu Yunhao twitched the corners of his mouth, then found a piece of chocolate from the car and handed it over.

"Only this chocolate."

Looking at the chocolate that Mu Yunhao could eat in one bite, Lu Zijia made a black line, but still took it.

Something is better than nothing!

Not to mention, after eating the delicious chocolate, Lu Zijia's stomach that had been throbbing, finally eased a little, and her strength recovered a lot.

Lu Zijia smacked her lips, feeling a little unfulfilled.

The food in this world seems to taste better than the food in her original self-cultivation world.

At least in the comprehension world, she had never eaten chocolate that tasted very good and easily filled her stomach.

The Mu family's old house is very large, and it took more than five minutes to walk from the door to the restaurant.

Lu Zijia, who was following behind Mu Yunhao, couldn't help but feel fortunate that she didn't dislike that mouthful of chocolate just now.

Otherwise, she was afraid that she would have sat on the ground without an image.

"Second Master, Miss Lu Er is here."

Mu Yunhao was standing at the door of the restaurant, and his tall body over 1.8 meters completely blocked Lu Zijia, who was 1.69 meters.

Lu Zijia couldn't see the situation inside, but after Mu Yunhao's voice fell, an indifferent and familiar male voice came into his ears, "Well, let her in."

"Miss Lu Er, please."

Mu Yunhao turned his body sideways and made a gesture of invitation to Lu Zijia, his attitude was still polite.