Chapter 5011: Eat soft rice

Seeing her getting on the boat, Shibanqiao quickly greeted her and knelt on one knee: "Princess..."

The other sailors also knelt down, hanging their heads silent.

As for the matcha, as if they hadn't seen them, they didn't even hum, and went straight away.

"Where is my room?!"

A sailor behind then stood up: "Princess, your highness has ordered, arrange your room next to him..."

"What? Our prince is afraid that I will leave..."

With a cold smile, she squinted at the stone bridge behind her.

"By the way, Captain Shi, those two are your prince’s distinguished guests. Please treat them well!"

Shibanqiao responded with a complicated expression, and the eyes of Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin were a little different.

"Come here, take two guests to the guest room!"

The so-called guest room is actually an ordinary grocery storeroom.

After pushing open the hatch, the sailor who led the way smiled and said, "I'm sorry, two people, our ship is a cargo ship, so there is really no decent guest room for two people! Although this warehouse is a bit small, it's not bad. Clean...Unlike the room our brother lives in, it smells like sweat and feet...So, I won’t invite the two to visit..."

"It's pretty good here!" Ling Luoyu responded with a smile, and turned his eyes to the side: "It's just that, brother, please take a little bit of trouble, please prepare something for us..."

"Bedding? What do you think this is?" The sailor didn't get angry and rolled his eyes: "Our bedding rolls are distributed equally, with one manpower, and there is no extra. If it is given to you, what shall we use?"

Feng Chenglin suddenly became angry: "What is your attitude? Didn't your princess tell you, we are distinguished guests..."

"Guest?" The sailor didn't move at all. Instead, he looked up and down mockingly for several times before he shook his head with his mouth: "Our brother has been in trouble for many years, and we have never seen such a delicate guest like you! It's also the elders..."

He shook his head with tongue, and swallowed the words that followed. After taking a sip, he swaggered away.

"What does he mean?" Feng Chenglin felt greatly insulted: "Look at his eyes, it seems that we are the kind of soft food...little white faces..."

The contemptuous look made him want to dig out his two eyeballs.

"Fat man, you said...who brought us?" Ling Luoyu curled his lips playfully.

"Is that to say? Of course it came with matcha?"

"What's the identity of matcha?"

"Slave...Princess...Princess slave?" Feng Chenglin was a little confused.

"Since it's a princess, then... the men next to her, especially the distinguished guests, are they just the one with a little white face and soft rice?!"

"Yes……"

"Then you say, what status are we now?"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

What is this special? !

They and the matcha girl have a completely inconsistent eating relationship, right?

Why did it involve eating soft rice? !

Ling Luoyu patted him on the shoulder and turned to look at the cabin: "It’s okay to eat soft rice with soft rice. At the very least, it’s also something to eat... Now, let’s find a place and get a hammock. Well, after all, we are on the sea, and it is estimated that we will have to drive for a few days!"

"How do you know how many days to leave? The matcha girl didn't seem to tell you, where does your home live?"