Divine Genius Healer, Abandoned Woman: Demonic Tyrant in Love with a Mad Little Consort

As long as it is a man, even a useless man, it is impossible to treat the kitchen as a delight.

However, this man did just that.

Moreover, what is done is taken for granted.

Still so happy.

Ye Qingli can imagine.

When he was cooking, it was estimated that all his men had broken their glasses.

They must be hard to accept.

Ye Qingli felt a trace of sweetness in her heart.

Seeing her expression, Jun Aohan was even more happy.

The corner of his mouth curled up slightly.

He handed a spoon directly to Ye Qingli's hand.

"Come and eat quickly."

Ye Qingli took the spoon.

I don't know how to talk.

Feelings told her that at this time, she must not refuse Jun Aohan's kindness.

Otherwise, this guy's fragile heart will be greatly hurt.

However, she couldn't stop talking ...

After all, this guy, should n’t he cook a few times?

Can he import something he made?

In this regard, Ye Qingli expressed extreme suspicion.

Shall we eat people bad?

My life here was pretty moist.

She doesn't want to be okay as someone's funeral ...

Looking at the bowl in front of me is completely different from what I imagined.

Ye Qingli feels that she is very likely to eat a bad stomach.

Maybe there are more serious consequences.

"why do not you eat?"

Jun Aohan asked strangely.

"Oh, I just remembered that I don't seem too hungry."

Ye Qingli's scornful expression.

"Not hungry?"

Jun Aohan looked at her strangely.

Just now, he heard it with his own ear, and a "grunt" cries in her stomach.

After a while, you will not be hungry?

She doesn't seem to have eaten anything else.

Just when Jun Aohan looked suspiciously.

Ye Qingli's stomach actually made a "grunt" sound.

Her face suddenly turned red.

I wish I could pinch myself hard.

It's so disappointing!

How come your stomach cries at this time?

"Are you still hungry?"

Jun Aohan's eyes began to be wrong.

"Uh, uh, I just suddenly didn't want to eat ..."

Ye Qingli had a flattering smile.

"Why not, let's leave the porridge and wait for breakfast tomorrow morning?"

Ye Qingli decided to be able to mix for a while, for a while.

Then, she looked at Jun Aohan's eyes and began to grow deeper.

"Does the porridge made by Ben Wang really make you feel so bad?"

This guy, he guessed it!

In Ye Qingli's heart, there was a wail.

When it was over, he actually despised him face to face.

I don't know, what are the serious consequences?

"No, no, I think it should be delicious."

Ye Qingli bitterly picked up the spoon.

This time, she wouldn't be able to eat.

Otherwise, this guy doesn't know what will make him sad.

As for his fragile, careful liver, in case there are three long and two short, she can't afford this responsibility.

Forget it, you should spend your life with the gentleman.

Anyway, drink a bowl of porridge and drink undead.

Ye Qingli picked up the spoon with a great expression of awe-inspiring expression.

Just swallow that bowl of porridge into your stomach.

Seeing her expression like this, Jun Aohan's heart was even more angry.