The Whole Family Went Crazy Listening To My Thoughts, I Was Responsible For Feeding

 “Where is my return gift?” Nan Mubai asked suddenly.

Ming Lang's eyes widened, he quickly snatched the longevity talisman back and hid it in his arms. Even the Ming family only has two life-increasing talismans, and they are all reserved for the elders of the Ming family.

 “You didn’t want it!”

Nan Mubai saw that he was hiding in his arms carefully, and a touch of physical pain flashed across his face unconsciously.

 “It’s just a longevity talisman, what’s the big deal!”

“The emperor’s grandfather and mother can also draw!” But what Nan Mubai didn’t say was that the emperor’s grandfather could only produce one painting a month.

 Drawing talismans consumes spiritual energy and energy. The emperor is old, and one painting per month is the limit.

The eldest princess has high qualifications and can produce two in a month.

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Lu also gave me a bottle of wine. He said it was the best quality that is extremely hard to get..." Ming Lang stretched out his hand, and the waiter behind him handed over the wine bottle.

 The wine flask is small and exquisite, and can hold two or three glasses at most.

The boy looked at him stammeringly: "Master Xiang Liu was swept away."

"Xiang Liu is the most picky. He never drinks such mortal things." Nan Mubai waved his hands, not believing it at all.

“Really, no slaves are allowed to touch it, no slaves are allowed to come near it.” He seemed to be looking at it with great fondness.

Nan Mubai raised his eyebrows.

　　Stepping out of the door with Mingming, he looked towards Xiang Liu.

I saw Xiang Liupan standing in the courtyard, carefully pouring a mouthful into his mouth, and then shaking his head with a look of enjoyment.

Ming Lang sniffed: "Hey, this wine is actually mixed with the smell of spiritual energy..."

Nan Mubai sneered: "Where did Beizhao get the spiritual energy? Mr. Ming misses Nanguo spiritual wine, right? When you return home, I will ask the emperor's grandfather to give you two altars."

“The Breitling fruit wine in the palace contains spiritual energy and is very beneficial to the gods.”

Although Ming Lang doesn’t like Nan Mubai’s arrogance, spiritual wine is a good thing.

He immediately thanked her sincerely: "Then I would like to thank His Highness the Emperor Sun. I heard that the palace also got a peach branch?"

Nan Mubai smiled and nodded, unconsciously showing a touch of pride.

“Yes, the emperor’s grandfather once got a flat peach branch by chance. It is said that flat peaches bloom and bear fruit for thousands of years. Every peach is extremely precious..."

“My father used spiritual energy to water the peach branches for thirty years before they could survive.”

“It’s just a divided peach branch, it’s not as good as a flat peach. But it’s also the top spiritual fruit in the world.”

"This peach blooms in thirty years and bears fruit in thirty years. It happens to be ripe this year. When the time comes, I will send two of them to the Ming family to try it."

Peach, this is a thing of the fairy family.

Even if the flat peach is differentiated, it has a different meaning.

 Mingming responded with a smile.

“Speaking of which, the fruit wine Mr. Lu sent me has a peach aroma.” Mr. Ming sniffed.

Strangely, this aura is getting stronger and stronger.

 “Lord Xiang Liu, may I allow Ming to look at the wine pot?”

 “How about just taking a look?”

With just one word, Xiang Liu's nine heads turned around instantly and looked at him coldly, showing their majesty.

"It's just a wine pot, why is Master Xiangliu like this?" Even Nan Mubai couldn't help but be surprised. Xiangliu had never acted in a protective manner.

Xiang Liu's eyes flashed fiercely and he bared his teeth. The pressure forced the two of them to retreat.

“Something’s wrong.” Ming Lang shook his head slightly.

His fingertips condensed, and a green light came out from his fingertips.

 Only managed to take off the lid of the jug.

 The lid fell under his feet, and the aura became more intense.

Minglang picked up the lid of the wine bottle, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, and was startled. Then he dipped his index finger into the wine in disbelief and took a sip.

 A pair of eyes, wide open.

 “Spirit...is spiritual wine!”

 “This is spiritual wine! Your Highness!”

"And the spiritual energy is extremely rich, with an overbearing peach fragrance. It's like..." He smacked his mouth, just like the flat peach flavor he tasted when he was a child. Many years ago, the God of Life once gave me a flat peach.

Divide the flat peach into seven parts.

 Part of it was given to the royal family, and part of it was given to various aristocratic families.

 As a direct descendant, he can taste the size of a fingernail.

 “Impossible! What nonsense!” Nan Mubai felt that he was crazy. What is that? It is a thing of the immortal family in the sky, even in the southern country, it is extremely rare.

“Lord Xiang Liu has lived for thousands of years and has devoured countless treasures of heaven and earth. I have never seen him protecting his food like this...” Ming Lang pointed at the Hydra.

　At this moment, the hydra was protecting the wine flask obscenely, which was particularly ridiculous. .

There was still a drop of wine in the lid, and Nan Mubai poured it into his mouth at will.

As soon as you enter, a strong and domineering spiritual energy penetrates into the internal organs and travels through the four to eight meridians. It turned directly into spiritual energy and stayed on the body.

 He was stunned.

 "It's spiritual wine! Spiritual wine with extremely strong spiritual energy! This pot..." Even the emperor's grandfather has never drunk it!

 “It’s Pantao Spirit Wine! Real Pantao Wine!”

"Xiang Liu, leave a bite for me!" He didn't have time to think about it, and he rushed forward to grab it.

But Xiang Liu was not easy to mess with. Nan Mubai, who was full of rage, came back rationally. Cold sweat broke out all over my body...

 Minglang sighed sadly: "This is mine!"

“Master Lu gave it to me casually!”

“Master Lu gave it to you at that time, why didn’t you want it!” His words really made Nan Mu’s face turn red.

"Where did Beizhao get Pantao Spirit Wine? Let's go to the Lu family first!" Nan Mubai shamelessly ran straight to the Lu family.

 At this moment, the lights in the Lu family have already been turned off.

 The porter yawned and fell asleep.

 Sudden…

"Bah bang bang..." The door clanged, which startled the concierge.

"Here comes someone. Who's coming to the door in the middle of the night." The concierge opened the door sleepily.

Opening the door wakes me up from my drowsiness.

 “Envoy...Envoy? The masters have already laid down. Could you please wait for a while?” The concierge recognized this group of dogs from the Southern Kingdom with eyes above their heads.

 Come to give gifts during the day, looking aloof and arrogant.

 It makes my teeth feel itchy to look at it.

The eldest son sent them gifts in return, but he was so disgusted that he didn't want to reach out.

 As a result, the emperor took care of all the rest.

To be honest, I have never seen anyone attending a banquet and packing their bags! He even put the remaining wine in flasks, put it in the carriage he was riding in, and sent it back to the palace cellar for storage.

At that time, I wanted to move the two large vats containing wine, but I was too embarrassed to carry them because I was concerned about my status.

Ming Qingming waved his hand: "No need to report."

“I just want to ask, are the return gifts we didn’t get during the day still there?” Ming Lang asked with a smile.

 Concierge? ? ?

"No one wants it. Your Majesty took it back to the palace." The concierge answered honestly.

Ming Lang was in great pain and continued to ask: "Is there still any wine at the banquet?"

Behind him, Nan Mubai looked at him with burning eyes.

The porter’s face was troubled: “There are only two jars of wine in total. One jar is completely drunk, and only two sips are left at the bottom of the jar.”

"There is another vat, which my wife will use for her wedding in the future. It has not been opened yet."

"Why don't you give us the finished jar? Just as a thought..." Ming Lang said shamelessly.

 Fortunately it was dark and I couldn't see his red face clearly.

 The concierge looked confused.

 No, are they sick? Come to the house in the middle of the night just to get a wine vat? (End of chapter)