After handing the dishes to Xima, Yang Geyong felt more at ease and quickly ran to Zhao Linger's side.

There is no natural gas here, and firewood is used to cook, so cooking and pancakes are two stoves.

When he looked into the pot, the cake was already smoking again. "Why haven't you turned over yet?" Yang Geyong blamed him, and then quickly took out the cake.

As expected, the side of the cake was already dark, just like the skin of Africans. Yang Geyong simply threw it into the trash can, and this kind of thing was no longer saved.

Zhao Linger looked aggrieved: "There are still noodle here. Don't you have to be burnt to turn it over?"

Yang Geyong nodded: "Yes, African pancakes are all in the fire, so they can only be eaten if they are black."

Yang Geyong has become accustomed to this woman's mental retardation in life. But he didn't expect that he still insisted so well after so many years of divorce. I really don't know how his son survived?

Yang Geyong put a newly rolled cake embryo into the pot and took out some firewood from the stove. The pot was too hot and the cake was battered outside, and it was easy to get raw inside.

Soon, the cakes in the pot began to bulge. Yang Geyong turned a little, then turned over. The slightly burnt cake crust below was particularly attractive, emitting a scent of wheat.

Zhao Ling'er swallowed secretly. She hadn't eaten the food made by Yang Geyong for a long time. She never understood that Yang Geyong and Ye Yuze were also considered big-name people. Why are they so good at cooking?

Her mother, Aunt Gan, is also a traditional woman. She has been cooking all her life, but her level is only about being able to cook the rice.

After teaching Zhao Ling'er for a while, he called Ye Qianqian over to burn the fire, and went to make dishes with Xima. Ye Qianqian, Yang Geyong has given up treatment. It's better to train Xima with peace of mind.

Ye Qianqian squatted down and caught fire, and asked Zhao Linger with some depression: "Auntie, are you disliked me?"

Zhao Ling'er shook her head: "He dares to teach me pancakes for half his life. What qualifications does he have to dislike us?"

Ye Qianqian nodded: "Then in the future, Yang Wei must be trained to cook like Uncle Yang. Otherwise, what should I do?"

Zhao Ling'er was stunned for a while, and suddenly squatted down: "I'll burn the fire, you can learn how to make pancakes."

The meal was very sweet. I ate Xima while peeking at Yang Geyong. Yang Wei’s father is so amazing. He can fly a plane to fight. The food is so delicious. Why do you need a woman?

It got dark, and Yang Geyong was about to go out again, and Zhao Ling'er started scolding again: "Why are you going out so late? Are you looking for a woman again?"

Yang Geyong pointed to the next door: "I'll live there on Ye Yuze, I can't live here."

Zhao Ling'er looked angry: "You just hate me so much? Do you refuse to stay under the same roof with me for a while?"

Yang Geyong opened his mouth and wanted to give her a few words, but in the end he didn't say that there was no reason to talk to this woman.

After washing up, Yang Geyong lay down in his son.

Zhao Ling'er began to want to squeeze with the two girls, but the bed was too narrow. She had to get up and give it to them, and went to Yang Geyong's house by herself.

Seeing her come in, Yang Geyong was not surprised and leaned in. He made a place for her. Although he was divorced, there was no need for the old couple to be so pretentious.

After Zhao Ling'er lay down, she smelled the familiar smell on Yang Geyong, and for a moment she was a little distracted.

Biologists have shown that in fact, females have stronger biological desires than males. However, their personality is relatively passive, and getting married makes males become animals that think in the lower body.

"Don't you have so many wives? Why do you always live by yourself?" Zhao Ling'er has been curious about this.

"What kind of wife? If you call her wife after sleeping, I can't remember how many of them are." Yang Geyong told the truth. He is different from Ye Yuze. He will never control himself if he has desires. So he shed tears in many entertainment venues.

"You are a scumbag!" Zhao Ling'er cursed and turned around. She didn't want to pay attention to this man anymore.

Yang Geyong didn't want to care about her. Sometimes this woman is a mental illness. After knowing her for so many years, she has not been able to understand her thoughts and views on right and wrong. It is mainly because she is too double standards.

When Yang Geyong was about to fall asleep, Zhao Linger muttered again: "You scumbag, you have so many women in your life but you are unwilling to take responsibility. Do you know that if you die like this, you will go to hell?"

Yang Geyong was a little impatient, mainly because he was sleepy: "If I go to hell, I will snatch the wife of the King of Hell to be my wife, and he will not dare to arrest me next time!"

You scumbag, Zhao Ling'er didn't know where there was a gust of evil fire. She grabbed Yang Geyong's arm and took a bite.

Yang Geyong felt pain and reached out to push her away, but the hand was pressed to the place where he shouldn't have been pressed, and both of them were stunned.

Zhao Ling'er was stunned for a while and suddenly started to curse: "You hooligan, scumbag. Now you want to take advantage of me, right? I'll fight with you!" After that, she was about to ride on Yang Geyong and beat him.

Yang Geyong turned over and pressed her under him, and he became really angry and wanted to turn her over and suck her a few times.

However, after this trouble, both of them had a strange feeling at the same time. Zhao Ling'er exerted her super combat power, which made Yang Geyong exhausted.

In the end, the two of them fell asleep. Anyway, they were sleeping together and they hugged each other very tightly.

The next morning, Zhao Ling'er woke up Yang Geyong: "You have to get up and cook, and you have to deliver food to your son. I can't get up."

Yang Geyong glanced at her and didn't care: "The cafeteria will do it, but I just don't go there and someone will send it to the hospital."

"No, I'm here, how could I let my child eat in the cafeteria? I'll make it for him to eat in person."

Yang Geyong said helplessly: "You can't cook, but your son doesn't know, why are you pretentious?"

"I don't care. Anyway, I don't want my son to eat the food cooked in the cafeteria!" Zhao Ling'er started to play tricks.

Yang Geyong patted her face: "Okay, I'll do it, right? How great is this? You can do something that you can do with a spoiled child. Who can stand it if you have to do something like a tigress?"

Zhao Ling'er didn't talk back for the first time, just bit her lip and didn't know what she was thinking about?

After Yang Geyong got up, he realized that Xima had already gotten up at some point and had made vegetables there, but she didn't know what to do with the basin of noodles?

Yang Geyong smiled with satisfaction and then began to teach her how to cook.

It is very labor-saving for girls who are used to doing housework. Basically, just give me some tips at critical moments.

Soon, a breakfast with a full range of flavor was ready. Zhao Ling'er was shouting for dinner, but Ye Qianqian was still sleeping soundly. She shouted twice but didn't wake up, so she ignored her.

The three of them were full, so they kept some for Ye Qianqian, and went to deliver food to Yang Wei.
Chapter completed!