Full of dissatisfaction and curses, Beiming Changfeng turned into horror when he saw Beiming Changfeng finish eating the steamed fish, sweet and sour fish balls, and then extended his chopsticks to the shrimp and braised fish, while gesturing for her to peel the crabs for him to eat.
.
Oh my God, this table of food is enough for ten people. The fish alone probably weighed ten kilograms, but Beiming Changfeng had already eaten more than half of it.
Ziyu turned his head and glanced at Beiming Changfeng's abdomen. He saw that his abdomen was not enlarged and was still flat. His eyes widened immediately.
I’ve seen something edible, but I’ve never seen anything edible like this. Is this because I haven’t eaten for ten years, or is this meal preparing me not to eat for ten years?
"Um...I can still make it for the next meal, you don't have to..." If someone is going to eat to death, it's not her fault. She has no place to escape on the boat. Ziyu looks at it with worry.
There is a long wind in the north.
When Beiming Changfeng heard this, he stopped using his chopsticks, turned his head and glanced at Ziyu who was full of worry, and then continued to kill the crabs while turning a blind eye. However, the murderous aura around him successfully silenced Ziyu.
Well, food intake is linked to force value.
Ziyu shook his head, that's what he thought, but he didn't expect Beiming Changfeng to like her cooking so much. Seeing Beiming Changfeng eating like this, Ziyu suddenly felt that the person in front of him was someone who also needed to eat.
A human being, not a god who is rumored to be vicious and vicious and sweeps all directions.
In the wind and clouds, Beiming Changfeng ate all the dishes made by Ziyu, then Fang slowly wiped his hands and said to Ziyu: "Continue in the evening."
Keep cooking?
Okay, does she want to thank Long En?
Ziyu looked at Beiming Changfeng, who was looking at her like a gift, and her cheeks twitched: "It is my honor to cook for my beloved you."
There were several people from Hanyang standing next to them, their faces were distorted at the same time. How could the young master tolerate this person around? It was so disgusting.
Instead, Beiming Changfeng slowly stood up and looked down at Ziyu with an enigmatic look: "It's best to remember what you said."
Then, he walked away without looking back.
Remember what she said?
Is it the sentence "It's my honor to cook for my beloved you"?
Ziyu's hair stood on end instantly, and he suddenly felt like a disaster was imminent.
Well, this is not far from the port she is about to sail into. Can she swim there? I don't feel very good.
"What are you thinking about? The young master gave it to you, take it and take a good look at it." While he was stunned, something was suddenly thrown towards him and into Ziyu's arms.
Ziyu subconsciously took it and opened it, and for a moment, he was stunned.
The two big characters at the top are family rules...
Write down the general outline of the family rules...
When you enter my Beiming Palace as your daughter-in-law, you should follow my Beiming family rules: enter the hall, enter the kitchen, be dissolute in bed, and be dignified out of bed. You can fight jackals when you go up the mountain, and mess up the rivers when you go down to the sea. Your husband is like the sky, and your husband's house is like the earth. If you dare
Make the same mistake, peel the skin and tendons and stew them into soup.
Damn, are you sure this is a family rule and not a gang law?
Ziyu was dumbfounded and glanced down carelessly, "Hey, dear, after this general outline are one thousand and eight family rules and clauses."
One thousand and eight things, this Beiming family is not choosing a wife, they are choosing human flesh soup every day...
This is too scary...
The corner of her mouth was cramped and she gently wiped a handful of sweat. Fortunately, she was not the wife of Beiming Mansion, and she was not prepared to fight for this. She didn't need to make soup... Full of dissatisfaction and curses, when she saw Beiming Changfeng
After finishing the steamed fish, sweet and sour fish balls, the chopsticks reached for the shrimps and braised fish, and when he motioned for her to peel the crabs for him to eat, it turned into a horror.
Oh my God, this table of food is enough for ten people. The fish alone probably weighed ten kilograms, but Beiming Changfeng had already eaten more than half of it.
Ziyu turned his head and glanced at Beiming Changfeng's abdomen. He saw that his abdomen was not enlarged and was still flat. His eyes widened immediately.
I’ve seen something edible, but I’ve never seen anything edible like this. Is this because I haven’t eaten for ten years, or is this meal preparing me not to eat for ten years?
"Um...I can still make it for the next meal, you don't have to..." If someone is going to eat to death, it's not her fault. She has no place to escape on the boat. Ziyu looks at it with worry.
There is a long wind in the north.
When Beiming Changfeng heard this, he stopped using his chopsticks, turned his head and glanced at Ziyu who was full of worry, and then continued to kill the crabs while turning a blind eye. However, the murderous aura around him successfully silenced Ziyu.
Well, food intake is linked to force value.
Ziyu shook his head, that's what he thought, but he didn't expect Beiming Changfeng to like her cooking so much. Seeing Beiming Changfeng eating like this, Ziyu suddenly felt that the person in front of him was someone who also needed to eat.
A human being, not a god who is rumored to be vicious and vicious and sweeps all directions.
In the wind and clouds, Beiming Changfeng ate all the dishes made by Ziyu, then Fang slowly wiped his hands and said to Ziyu: "Continue in the evening."
Keep cooking?
Okay, does she want to thank Long En?
Ziyu looked at Beiming Changfeng, who was looking at her like a gift, and her cheeks twitched: "It is my honor to cook for my beloved you."
There were several people from Hanyang standing next to them, their faces were distorted at the same time. How could the young master tolerate this person around? It was so disgusting.
Instead, Beiming Changfeng slowly stood up and looked down at Ziyu with an enigmatic look: "It's best to remember what you said."
Then, he walked away without looking back.
Remember what she said?
Is it the sentence "It's my honor to cook for my beloved you"?
Ziyu's hair stood on end instantly, and he suddenly felt like a disaster was imminent.
Well, this is not far from the port she is about to sail into. Can she swim there? I don't feel very good.
"What are you thinking about? The young master gave it to you, take it and take a good look at it." While he was stunned, something was suddenly thrown towards him and into Ziyu's arms.
Ziyu subconsciously took it and opened it, and for a moment, he was stunned.
The two big characters at the top are family rules...
Write down the general outline of the family rules...
When you enter my Beiming Palace as your daughter-in-law, you should follow my Beiming family rules: enter the hall, enter the kitchen, be dissolute in bed, and be dignified out of bed. You can fight jackals when you go up the mountain, and mess up the rivers when you go down to the sea. Your husband is like the sky, and your husband's house is like the earth. If you dare
Make the same mistake, peel the skin and tendons and stew them into soup.
Damn, are you sure this is a family rule and not a gang law?
Ziyu was dumbfounded and glanced down carelessly, "Hey, dear, after this general outline are one thousand and eight family rules and clauses."
One thousand and eight things, this Beiming family is not choosing a wife, they are choosing human flesh soup every day...
This is too scary...
The corner of her mouth was cramped and she wiped a handful of sweat lightly. Fortunately, she was not the wife of Bei Mingfu, and she was not prepared to fight for this. She didn't need to make soup...