"In the spring of the following year, people found a tree growing on the edge of the cliff, with a vine hanging on it. A string of purple flower pendants hanging down on the edge of the cliff. Wisteria flowers need to be entangled with trees and will not survive alone. People say that wisteria flowers are the incarnation of girls and trees are the incarnation of men."

Liang Ange looked at him. Teacher Kong was like a tree, and she was like a tangled vine.

"Wirani is born for love, dies for love, and is dependent on each other, so the flower language is addicted, persistent, and long-lasting love."

Liang Ange looked at him deeply and couldn't help but hug him, "Teacher Kong, although I am good at enlightening others, I can't imagine a life without you."

"Yes." Qin Kong hugged her, "I won't leave you."

The rice noodles had been cooked long ago, and Qin Fangyun didn't come out to call them.

"Ah!" Liang Ange suddenly pushed him away, "It smells so good!" He jumped in like a rabbit.

Liang Yuan also jumped and followed her.

Qin Kong stood speechlessly, alone under the wisteria flower.

Soon, Liang Ange took out the rice noodles and placed them on the table under the wisteria flower hall, "Teacher Kong! Yours!"

Run in again.

Qin Kong was happy.

The family sat under the wisteria flowers and ate rice noodles, purple rice noodles.

Liang Ange picked up and smiled and said, "The atmosphere is so good!"

Qin Fangyun smiled. Liang Ange looked up at the wisteria flowers, "Can wisteria flowers be eaten?"

Qin Kong was speechless.

"Wirani flowers can be eaten." Qin Fangyun said, "You can make cakes, scrambled eggs, and stewed pork ribs."

"Can you not think about eating? It's just a seven-day flowering period!" Qin Kong said unbearable.

The two looked at each other and laughed.

"The locust flowers are also in bloom, and they are also in strings." Qin Fangyun said pamperingly, "Auntie will make some locust flowers for you to eat at night."

Qin Kong was speechless. In the world of foodies and mothers, all kinds of flower languages ​​and stories are all floating clouds, and whether they can eat them is the key!

As soon as he put down the bowls and chopsticks, Qin Kong's phone rang.

It's a landline number.

Connect.

Zhuo Erfan's voice came: "Teacher Qin! Go and wash President Atelde? Awesome! I've got the richest man in the world!"

"In the eyes of Boss Zhuo, what's the point of washing his hair? You can't even want to lick his hair off!"

"Teacher Qin, you are..."

Qin Kong is dead.

Liang Ange smiled so hard that the soup was sprayed out. Qin Kong, who was sitting opposite him, flashed flexibly to the side. Qin Fangyun looked at his son complainingly, got up and went to the house to get tissues for her.

After wiping his mouth, Liang Ange smiled and said, "Teacher Kong, your mouth is so poisonous!"

"I'm just talking poisonous. Are you even more poisonous in your mouth even if you eat flowers?"

"Hahaha..." Liang Ange was so happy that he lay on the table.
Chapter completed!