Chapitre 1103: No, I Want It Braised

"What? It's us!" Duan Xiaomo's excitement vanished. He scratched his head and looked at Ling Chuxi with a troubled expression. "Then what should I do?"

"Stir-fry it with cold sauce and an egg," said Ling Chuxi finally after a long time.

"No, I want it braised." Xiaomo answered seriously.

Ling Chuxi's mouth twitched. She didn't know what to say. Why did it suddenly feel a little cold?

The crowd didn't know whether to laugh or cry. How did this conversation change from being a happy one and now a weird one?

At this moment, someone interrupted their conversation.

"Stop!" A stern voice came from the front.

The carriage stopped and Ling Chuxi pulled open the curtain to look out. She saw dozens of men blocking the road. The swords on their bodies flashed with cold light and their faces were filled with hostility.