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Chapter 62 Repaying with Qiongju

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    Feng Jun took a look at the meat porridge and found that it was similar to porridge, with a lot of green vegetable leaves mixed in, and a few strands of shredded meat from an unknown animal, mixed in the porridge.

    Can this also be called meat porridge?  Feng Jun secretly complained that this should be called vegetable porridge with shredded pork.

    ?????????????????????????????? But it¡¯s really a bit cold when it rains in the mountains, so he plans to move around and taste the food in this space.

    However, at this moment, he heard a "Gulu" sound in his ears. When he looked sideways, it was Young Brother Lang who was staring at the meat porridge and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

    Feng Jun glanced at Sister Lang, but before she could say anything, Sister Lang stretched out her hand and grabbed the younger brother's ear, mumbling something quickly with an unhappy look on her face.

    Feng Jun is somewhat used to this kind of words now. He can roughly tell that Sister Lang is scolding her younger brother, saying, please don't be so embarrassed. It's not like you didn't eat at night.

    It can be seen that the Lang family's tutoring is relatively strict. The younger brother did not dare to talk back and immediately looked away. However, within two seconds, he couldn't help but sneak a glance at the meat porridge.

    ¡°How can I taste it if you¡¯re staring at it like this?  Feng Jun touched his chin, reached into his backpack and rummaged around. When he took it out, he already had a long, dark object in his hand, which was the chocolate he carried with him.

    He handed the strip to his younger brother and made a biting motion with his other hand - this is for eating.

    But Brother Lang put his hands behind his back and glanced timidly at his sister.

    Sister Lang's face turned slightly red, "Don't pay attention to him, he has already eaten, he is just greedy."

    "It's okay," Feng Jun replied with a smile, thinking that if you don't let him eat chocolate, I won't be able to eat either.

    Sister Lang hesitated for a moment, probably because she saw that the chocolate was not big, so she raised her chin slightly and said, "Thank you in advance, brother."

    "Thank you, brother," Lang Xiaodi murmured, then stretched out his hands and took the chocolate respectfully.

    The chocolates Feng Jun brought down the mountain this time were all packed.

    There was a little rain on Lang¡¯s hands, and the weather was really not too cold, so as soon as he took the chocolate, the chocolate chunks left a trace of brown and black on his hands.

    He raised his hand, and without thinking, he stuck out his red tongue and licked the brown-black spot on his palm.

    The next moment, Lang Xiaodi's body shook violently, and he actually stayed there, his eyes widened, and he couldn't help but blush on his face: he had never eaten such delicious food.

    Sister Lang was also quite curious as to what this brown-black thing was, so she kept staring at her brother.

    When she saw her brother's reaction, she subconsciously turned her head and looked at Feng Jun in shock: What on earth did you give him?

    Feng Jun smiled and spread his hands, "The more delicious food can quickly replenish your physical strength."

    Sister Lang was still a little worried, but she felt that the other party really had no reason to harm her, so she glared at her younger brother fiercely, thinking that your future would really embarrass our Lang family.

    How can Mr. Lang care whether he is embarrassed or not?  He was stunned for a while before he realized what was happening. Then he opened his mouth and stuffed the chocolate into his mouth as soon as he raised his hand.

    However, just as he was about to eat it, he hesitated and changed his mind. He carefully bit off a soybean-sized piece from the chocolate and held it in his mouth without chewing it.

    He thought about it for about five or six seconds, then turned around and stuffed the chocolate into his brother's mouth, "Brother, eat it, don't bite too much."

    The eyes of the eldest brother of the Lang family have long been radiating with hunger, but at this moment, he still looked at Feng Jun first: You gave this to my brother, can I eat it?

    Feng Jun smiled, took out two more chocolates from the bag, handed one to Brother Lang and the other to Sister Lang.

    Brother Lang and Sister Lang also imitated their younger brother and carefully bit a small piece. The next moment, their eyes narrowed and a deep sense of happiness filled their hearts.

    Seeing their satisfied smiles, Feng Jun was also very happy, and he even forgot to drink porridge for a while.

    After Sister Lang took a bite of the chocolate, she did not take a second bite. Instead, she squatted down, pulled out a broad blade of grass, carefully wrapped the chocolate and stuffed it into her arms.

    "Thiscan't do it," Feng Jun saw this and waved his hand quickly, "This chocolate is afraid of heat and will meltjust like ice."

    He continued to talk and gesture, and Sister Lang finally understood what he meant, so she took out the straw bag from her arms again, and couldn't help but blush on her face: You actually said that my chest is hot?

    Feng Jun didn¡¯t careYou smiled disdainfully, just looking at the popularity of this chocolate, I can make a fortune just selling chocolates.

    As for selling salt, he won¡¯t consider it for the time being. There are salt dealers here, and selling salt seems to be a hugely profitable industry. If he rashly gets involved, isn¡¯t he asking for trouble?

    Seriously, he wants to know what the currency is here and how to settle in a larger market town.

    Before he could ask, Sister Lang spoke up again, "Feng Jun, the tools you use are all good, and you should be a noble person with status, but your hair what's going on?"

    Feng Jun glanced at her and replied lazily, "I'm wandering around alone. I don't think it's troublesome to comb it, so I cut it short myself, can't I?"

    Hearing this, Sister Lang became furious, "Don't you know that 'the body's hair and skin are affected by the parents'?"

    The next moment, she seemed to realize that her tone was bad. After a pause, she lowered her voice and asked, "My father wants to know, are you living in seclusion or running away?"

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