The blind man once said that I am born with a psychic and the best material for learning Yin-Yang Technique.

This is also a big advantage for me.

Just as I was devoted to learning Yin-Yang Technique, another banging sound came from the kitchen.

With my years of life experience, I made a bold judgment.

The little girl broke the plate again.

As the daughter of the Ye family, she naturally would not do these messy and rough tasks.

Of course, she can't cook anymore.

It's understandable.

She was able to cook for me, and she was moved in her heart.

However, I think it's more of this little girl's interest for a moment.

But as time goes by, I feel something is wrong.

An inexplicable smell came slowly.

This scene instantly reminded me of Lin Guanghui's previous cooking skills, the black fried eggs,

At first glance, I didn't recognize it.

It was not until I tasted it and found out that it was fried egg!!!

Compared with Lin Guanghui, Ye Yao's cooking skills are really not too concessionable and can't be flattered.

I had already anticipated what kind of situation this big meal would be.

It seems that the life safety of my drug tester is seriously threatened.

Not long after, she saw that she was still studying hard, smiled and shouted to me: "Achen, don't be too tired, take a break, combine work and rest to make progress faster. Okay, come and have a meal, a delicious meal."

Walt?

Are you OK, this is a delicious meal? Are you sure, it's not poisonous???

I just want to say, can I refuse?

She brought out the hot meal.

The two sat opposite each other.

I am very satisfied with this ordinary day of two people having three meals a day and all seasons. I really hope that it can continue like this forever, forever.

But today I went out and bought eggs, dumplings, tomatoes, crucian carp, sweet potatoes, vermicelli, green peppers, shredded pork.

Logically speaking, a big meal is very rich.

But there was only a bowl of dumplings with smoke rising from the table.

Where did those dishes go?

Forehead……

You can also think of it with your toes that now, I am afraid that you will still have a change of color when you are lying quietly in the trash can.

After all, the pungent smell of paste just now almost made me die on the spot.

This time, the little girl took the initiative to bring me a bowl of dumplings, and then said happily: "Come on, A Chen, come and taste it, how do you feel."

Since childhood, Ye Yao lived in the Ye family, and because of the changes, she has been living in invisible torture.

No one has ever made her so happy.

These days, I have also been trying to make her happy.

She also felt the nourishment of love.

I was in a very beautiful mood immediately.

Looking at her cheerful expression, to be honest, I am also very happy.

Full of touch.

I can have such a beautiful and beautiful woman with me, and I can help me cook, but I don’t know which ancestral tomb has emitted from my ancestral tomb.

It's simply a human enjoyment.

Is there anything more comfortable than this?

However, looking at the dumplings still made me frightened.

"Is this really not poisonous?"

Why am I so unbelievable?

Still can't get down.

The little girl Ye Yao blinked in a weird elf and said playfully: "Don't worry, at worst, you can kill me once."

wipe?

What does it mean to be poisoned once at a big deal?

Asi,

I only have one life.

After all, it was the fruit of her hard work. She picked up the dumpling and put it into her mouth.

No matter whether it tastes delicious or not, at this moment, I just feel that I am the happiest man in the world.

Now, what we eat is not dumplings, but sweetness.

Ye Yao saw that I was chewing with relish.

I couldn't help but open my eyes wide in curiosity, looked at me with a smile, and asked anxiously: "How does it taste like?"

Oh, don't say it, this is the first time I have eaten such a normal thing since I met her.

I have to sigh that it is really not easy to live.

Although cooking dumplings is as simple as cooking noodles, in order not to dampen the enthusiasm of the little girl, I couldn't help but give her a thumbs up and praised: "Well, it's really good, very good, with the skills of a five-star chef. I'll give you 101 points, one more point, so you can take it as proud."

Speaking is an art. No one likes to listen to those bad things. Especially for girls, if you say that they are ugly and fat, they may turn against each other faster than reading books.
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