Doomsday Pavilion

His arms couldn't be screwed on his thighs, and Wei Qingyu's legs were particularly slender and strong. Leng Han had to reluctantly share the same pot of fish soup with Wei Qingyu and Wen Zhongjiu.

"Hey, it's too much, old iron, isn't it just a few mouthfuls of your soup?"

Wei Qingyu held a very delicate small spoon in his hand, took a sip of the soup happily, and turned his face and began to scorn and contempt.

Leng Han's face was completely black--

She and Lin Chou made this pot of soup together (), and when someone took a sip, it felt like a pig's heartache.

Pigs can be slaughtered to eat meat to make ham when they are raised, can she Wei Qingyu!

Smoky Wei Qingyu?Salted Wei Qingyu?

Thinking about it this way, Leng Han felt even more sad...

Wei Qingyu was also preparing to slip out the set of "Feeding Big Lenghan with a handful of shit and pee" to let the wind go. Lin Chou popped his head out of the kitchen and asked with a smile.

"Oh, I drank it all, how does Leng Han's soup taste!"

The pride on Wei Qingyu's face was frozen at that time.

"???"

What the hell...

Wei Qingyu said with a long heart, a frightened heart and a complicated heart,

"Han Han, what did you cook in the soup, the steel dagger or the howitzer? My God, you wouldn't throw the Yuanjing engine into it and cook it?"

Wei Qingyu clearly remembered that when Leng Han was a kicker, he pressed a lively second-order piebald leopard in the pot and cooked slowly and tried to forcibly cover the pot. It can be said that the scene was shocking.

A little recollection of the picture came out at that time: Leng Han trumpet, who is less than 1.2 meters tall, is wearing a special garrison uniform, with the Yuanjing sniper rifle she often plays with hanging from her waist, waving 270 kilograms in one hand. The source crystal barrel knocked on the head of the leopard violently, condensed the lid of the ice with one hand, and activated...

In the end, the pot of soup was kind Wei Tianxing's father, with tears full of touch and comfort in his eyes. One bite, one bite, one bite, one bite, one bite...The one who drank it, also ate meat and gnawed bones.

Of course, after drinking a bowl of soup, her father didn't forget to send a capable man to bring Prince Leng to his death...bah...to enjoy together.

After all, the Leng family, the Zhao family, and the Wei family have always been close to each other.

Anyway, since then, no one has dared to let Leng Han enter the kitchen. He has never even put a plate or bowl before a meal.

Leng Han Gaba snapped off the white porcelain spoon.

"Wei Qingyu!"

"Hey," Wei Qingyu is not afraid of Leng Han's threats, "you have never seen any old lady, na... the soup is delicious..."

Wei Qingyu covered half of her face very pretentiously with one hand, and wiped away unnecessary tears with the other hand.

"It's worth noting that I am pulling you up like a single parent old scalper... ... the taste of this soup... this is the taste of love from a good girl..."

The blue veins on Leng Han's forehead came out.

You say that if you have no fame, you have no fame. If you have more dramas, you can have more dramas. Acting skills are still bad!

"Drink your soup!"

Lenghan soup stopped drinking, dropped the spoon and went into the kitchen.

Wei Qingyu smiled.

"Why don't you drink?"

Wen Zhongjiu is wearing an old-fashioned gown that has not been seen for a long time.

"Beautiful and delicious."

He asked Grandma Yue to make one hundred and fifty sets of the same long gown, fearing that he would not be able to get it when needed.

Wen Zhongjiu, however, knew that Bai Suren had to make three hundred spare sets of costumes for only acting in a play, and each set of costumes was protected by someone, and she was a little worse than her.

Who hasn't got any idol baggage these days?

Wei Qingyu appeared slightly embarrassed, and then served Wen Zhongjiu a bowl of soup.

"I will be able to drink soup cooked by Hanhan in my lifetime. I really want to call Dad and Old Man Leng together. They will probably cry on the spot, right?"

"Scare is more than surprise," Wen Zhongjiu smiled.

The surface of the pure white fish soup is floating with a star of orange-yellow crystal oil, which is as light as a floating cloud. The extremely thin ham silk is hidden under the floating cloud, revealing one-third of the figure, and the tender and eye-catching green onion buds have been squeezed out. The edge of the porcelain bowl-it seems that the protagonist here is not it.

"very beautiful!"

Wen Zhongjiu was surprised,

"Qing Yu, this is not what you said."

There is a serious age gap between Wei Qingyu and Wen Zhongjiu, and the relationship across the generation gap is partly based on the embarrassment of the people around them.

You Kang Kang:

For example, Wen Zhongjiu can ask Wei Tianxing to find out how Wei Qingyu was in his infancy. Master Wen will gently tell Qing Yu that I even hugged you when you were young. You peeed and I was all over.

For another example, Wei Qingyu can tell Leng Han and his ignorant youth and his youthful sadness to Master Wen word by word, even if he makes a nasal laugh, he will break his leg and hit his head on the spot. Crooked like this.

Therefore, the reason why Wen Zhongjiu is still alive can only fully prove the tenacity of the vitality of the fifth-order evolutionary, and it does not mean that his EQ is higher than our boss Lin.

Obviously, Master Wen also doesn't understand the simple truth that he can't get praise without giving his girlfriend enough approval.

Wei Qingyu beat Wen Zhongjiu's forehead fiercely,

"My old lady wronged her and couldn't, let me tell you. Needless to say, I know that this fish soup must be made by Linzi, that little girl, hum

Wen Zhongjiu made another mistake, nodded noncommittal, sipped the fish soup,

"Huh? This fish soup..."

"You don't believe me?" Wei Qingyu banged Wen Zhongjiu's head, "What's wrong with the soup, it doesn't taste right?"

Smacking your lips with warm wine,

"I will try again."

Wei Qingyu drank a bowl with him.

"Um... it tastes pretty good..."

Wen Zhongjiu frowned, trying to let his taste buds destroyed by a few barrels of wine per day perceive the strange taste.

"No, I don't think this soup... can't tell... it has a very familiar smell... either it doesn't taste good... it's... hey..."

"Weird smell," Wei Qingyu rolled her eyes, "I think this soup probably resonates with the salty fish smell on your body!"

"???"

Wen Zhongjiu really choked old blood into the lungs, neither breathing nor breathing, coughing violently.

emmmm...

He couldn't answer this. In fact, the entire Mingguang Base City plus the Black Shenhai, there is no such thing as a guy of his kind.

Even Niu Lanqi, who had been locked up by Guixu, Niu Lanshan had tossed all day long, trying to open the door to a new world.

And he--

Drink a few barrels of wine every day.

Make several barrels of wine every day.

In addition to this, what a great thing.

"This is a problem~"

Drinking the fish soup with warm wine dunk dunk, deep online.

Mad, my girlfriend thinks I am salty, it doesn't matter.

But if my former friend and future father-in-law think I am salty, then the problem is very big.