"Ah! What a damn charity event?" Yan Ye complained as soon as he returned to the dormitory and buried himself in the sofa.
"Yan Yeyi, um... thank you just now!" This guy just lowered his head and walked away after saving me, and I didn't even have time to thank him!
Tomatoes, winter melon... Wearing an apron, I was hurriedly 'fighting' in the kitchen. I really regretted those two "thank you"s.
Yan Yeyi actually asked for a meal to show my sincerity
Fortunately, I am a good woman who can enter the kitchen and go to the living room.
"Dang, dang, dang..." The potatoes bloomed like roses under my skillful knife skills, and each piece 'opened' evenly.
"Brush, brush, brush..." The fresh green vegetables are "dancing over and over" in the pot.
"It's time to eat!" "Whoosh!" The six of them clung to their seats like hungry ghosts and looked at my "Manchu-Han banquet" with their mouths in an 'O' shape.
"Beef, potatoes, sweet and sour fish..." I proudly introduced them to the five dishes and one soup on the table.
"Qing, will you teach me when you have time?" Xia An looked at me enviously.
"Wow!" Sienke exclaimed in disbelief.
"Sister Qing is so great." Yaxi was even more excited and dancing.
"It looks good but it doesn't work. Be careful of food poisoning." Yan Yeyi poured cold water on me very rudely.
"There are so many thieves that it's hard to take chances." "Who says it's not delicious?" Aki slurred with a mouth full of rice and resisted for me.
"Too salty." Yan Ye chewed a piece of potato and picked up a piece of fish. "Too sweet." He frowned and said critically.
"Ye, don't you have a bad appetite?" Saenke didn't notice Yan Yeyi's "intentional murder" behavior at all.
"Brother, please take Qing home and make me my sister-in-law, can you please have a good time!" Jinbao suddenly said with his mouth full of oil stains.
"Hmm, yes, yes! No, no, sister Qing is Ye's wife."
"Who cares"
"Huh?" Hitomi Kaaba said a word gently.
"If you keep joking, you are not allowed to eat it!" Yu said yes! What do you mean, pounding... The little deer in my heart started to jump around again.
"I'm full." Yan Ye said coldly as soon as he took a sip of soup and turned around to go upstairs. What's wrong with this guy? He's full without even touching the white rice? No wonder he's so thin.
"Let's eat one by one." The fluffy fox dog in the yard was waving its tail excitedly.
Haha... In order to thank Yan Yeyi for his tolerance, I called this little guy Yiyi! But why is he so crazy?
"Ding Ling Ling..." A rare cell phone ringtone rang out impatiently
Huh? It's mom, ugh... forget it, you still have a conscience, I am here to "go through fire and water" for you, but you are happy, what is the world!
"Hey! Miss Han Yin, you finally remember your sweetheart!" It's really a rare sight.
Mom is calling me? On the other end of the phone, apart from the clattering mahjong sounds, there are clearly muffled gasps... There is murderous intent!
"Han Qing, you damn girl, I told you not to dance hip-hop anymore and you turned a deaf ear to it, wu wu... Your mother, I have worked so hard..." Save here
Approximately 5,000 words] Also, you have to serve your husband well. Do you know that girls... are crazy, Han Qing, I won’t tell you anymore! Bye, baby.
Bye!" The bombardment finally stopped, thanks to that cute little mahjong
Hey, 'unfortunate family'! Mom, this old mahjong, what does it mean to serve? I am not a concubine.
"Haru, what's wrong?" Hitomi Kaaba's gentle voice surrounded me from behind.
"It's nothing, my mother is talking about me!" I could feel my nervous heart while holding on to the swing iron lock.
"Uh! They were joking just now!" Damn Jinbao always likes to stir up trouble.
"Well, is that what Haru thinks?" Hitomi Kaaba gently helped me swing the rope chain of the swing.
The faint moonlight shines on him, and his eyes are so shallow that he floats far away. He is like an angel who has fallen into the world, very warm, and happily spinning around us one by one.
"Yeah" Yu and Yan Yeyi are really different.
Yan Yeyi? Didn't he go upstairs? There was no light in the window, and he could vaguely see a little spark flickering.
Is he smoking? Shake your head, why are you thinking about that guy at such a romantic moment? It ruins the scenery.
(16: I admit that the writing in the front is not as good as the writing in the back, because it is a bit urgent, sorry!!)