MTL - The Feast-Chapter 7 : 铩羽归归

"What's the difference? If it weren't for the three of us going to the kitchen on the same day, I was afraid that I couldn't eat the pig food. What about the food with a bad taste?" The warmth of the Soviet Union did not move. Seeing that Duan Ting Xuan took a bowl of cherry juice from the bowl, her mouth could not help but twitch.

Feeling that the wife broke out in a strong war, Duan Tingxuan immediately prepared for the battle, but unfortunately, this war was quickly retracted.

"The dumplings are for you? You are a good guy, when will you do this? What's more, this dumpling is said to be eaten by the poor." Is it better than the force? Will you lose you? Duan Tingxuan’s heart smiled coldly, and the warmth of Su’s escape made him feel a different feeling. Hey... it seems that fighting spirits have been caught.

However, listening to the warmth of the Soviet Union: "Going to the underworld for a while, the prince of the prince in order to express my apology for the wrong, so I gave me a cooking skill. Well, at that time he said with a strong heart and said: World men How thin, fortunately, you will cook, and you will be hungry when you go."

"噗", Xiao Houye’s perfect strength once again suffered a heavy blow. A cherry juice was sprayed on the table. He screamed at the warmth of the Soviet Union and gritted his teeth: "Do you play tricks?"

"Fortunately, the dumplings were returned." Su warming and heating up and letting go: "When you have a fragrant cloud, wipe the table and wipe it. The weather is late, send Xiaohouye back."

Duan Tingxuan really wants to say, "Give me a dumpling with a bowl and go back," but considering that it is too expensive, so he has a strong anger, and his complex look is warm and warm, and Fang Yizhen Sleeve, cold and cold: "Well, count you, let's ride the singer and watch the singer, and walk, don't believe that I can't cure you."

"It's all the same anyway, unless you kill me, other means, just casual." Su warmly sneered, slowly turned around, deliberately bite the accent word: "Yes, go, forgive I won’t give it.”

"Grandma...grandma..."

The red lotus and the fragrant clouds finally returned, and the two hoes were crying. They screamed at the warm sleeves of the Soviet Union and shouted: "Grandma, you... how can you do this to the Lord? In case... Fired him..."

"If you get angry, you will get angry. What can you do? You can't take it off. The outside world is vast. We have hands and feet. Are we afraid that we can't support ourselves?" Su warmly sneered: the head can break blood, Even the food can not eat, but I want her to bow to the scum male, only two words are delivered - dreaming.

"But grandma, how can it be so easy? It’s not easy to be a child today..." Honglian still has to wait for advice, but sees the warm wave of Su: "I have to do it, don't mention him again, eat and eat, don't destroy me." Mood. How many times did the dumplings let him steal? If you forget, don't tell me the specific number, lest I feel bad."

"Don't be angry, Grandma will let you put it under house arrest, and it will be inevitable that you will be angry." Siping is still the first time to see the master of the prestige, even if it is a prince, there is no such skill. Because of the trotting all the way, he followed him to Duan Tingxuan.

"House arrest? I really want to put her under house arrest. Do you feel that she and the two sisters, and the chance to go to the kitchen? Is there a grievance from the face of this woman? Just a few dumplings, do I have to eat? Hey! Who is rare."

Duan Tingxuan was really mad at this time. It was all about the taste of leeks and meat slag. Because of the snoring for a long time, he suddenly stood still and said to Siping: "You are not saying that your mother will do it. Is this? Go back and let her old family give me a few more, it’s going to be stuffed with leeks. I still don’t believe it. What good things? Can’t I eat from her?”

I just don't know who said it, ‘I don’t want to eat’? Siping was secretly groaning in his heart, and his mouth was naturally too busy to agree.

His heart is also secretly complaining that Su is warm and ignorant, and I want you to say a good opportunity. If you deliberately woo the Lord, then you will bow down and recognize the wrong child. Maybe you will move back to the backyard. This is good, you actually It’s better than the Lord. It’s good, you’ll live in Mei Yuelou for a lifetime. Hey, it’s a girl who is a pure and precious girl, but it’s where it’s going to be alive now, who is it?

*

There is a dish in the dining room, delicate dishes on the round table, and a bowl of white porridge with hot air. Xu Xiaoyun sat at the table and smiled at Ying Ying’s husband. He saw Duan Ting Xuan’s gaze on the plate for a while, then looked up: “Well?”

"what?"

Rao is Xu Yunyun, and he hasn’t guessed what the husband’s words are.

“The dishes are finished?” Duan Tingxuan added a sentence ~www.novelbuddy.com~ to explain.

"Yeah. When I left this morning, I didn't think that the duck was greasy, saying that I want to eat white sugar porridge?" Xu Xiaoyun cleverly laughed at Qian, suddenly liked to think of something like it, the more smiled gentle, whispered: "Yes I forgot my favorite milk porridge. Would you like to add another bowl of milk?"

"No need." Duan Tingxuan’s heart is full of sadness: Jin Yu is full of wealth and prosperity, from small to large, what he wants, but when he is most beautiful in life, he wants to eat a leek dumpling and not, how much Desolation and helpless thing.

Picking up the spoon and taking a porridge into the mouth, Duan Ting Xuan even frowned, and put down the spoon and shook his head: "Too sweet, sugar, don't you have money?"

"what……"

Xu Xiaoyun couldn't take it anymore. From three days ago, she found that her husband seemed to be somewhat dissatisfied with the food in her yard. Therefore, these two days were particularly hard. I know that the ducks last night were said to be too greasy and deliberately rectified today. A table of light side dishes can not please the other side, let alone small dishes, that is the sugar porridge, or Duan Ting Xuan's name, the result is now too "too sweet." This is really want to add sin and no trouble.

"My father has a bad appetite for these two days? How is it so picky in eating?" Understanding the temper of her husband, though ruthless, is not unreasonable. Therefore, Xu Xiaoyun got up and went to the other side to bring the bowl of sugar porridge over. After a taste of it, he smiled and said: "Is this taste not very good? Where can I eat sweetness? Favorite dessert?"

Broken thoughts, recommended tickets, recommended tickets, collections, collections, clicks, clicks, students, who understand the meaning of stupid wine, 嘤嘤嘤嘤

Mobile users should read at m.qidian.com.