The Blackened Male God Always Wants To Set A Routine For Me

Follow her into the house obediently.

Look at him, very sick, very heartbreaking.

As he passed Qin Qingyue, his narrow eyes lifted up and looked at her.

Qin Qingyue was all stiff when he saw him. He just felt like his body was getting cold as if he was stained with something evil.

Her eyes poured halfway and her pale lips curled up with a sarcastic smile.

As if she was laughing at herself.

These are just moments.

Then he lowered his eyebrows again and restored the pale, fragile wind to fall as soon as it blew.

Walk into the house.

Sit down.

Jung-kun sat next to Su Yan.

Look at the dishes on the table, three dishes and a soup.

That's enough for both of them.

Qin Qingyue stood by to introduce

“Young Master, I heard from Red Bean that you like to eat beetroot, so I made this fried chicken dick, you taste it. ”

Su Yan picked up the chopsticks, clamped up a piece and took a sip.

Chicken cloves are tender, delicious and moderately spicy.

She nodded.

“Delicious. ”

After receiving a comment from Su Yan, Qin Qingyue, who was already somewhat grumpy, was clearly relieved.

Happier to recommend the other two dishes to Su Smoking.

Raise the soup bowl along the way.

“Master, Sunny Moon will serve you a bowl of duck bone fan soup. Would you like to try it? ”

Su Cigarette nodded.

Come with me, Qin Qingyue. Put it carefully in front of Su Yan.

“You taste it? ”

Su smoke grabbed the spoon and took a sip.

“Yeah, it's good. ”

She answered seriously.

The bigger the smile on Qin Qingyue's face.

Nothing, it makes people happier to get a review from someone they care about the most.

Su smoked and drank, and found someone next to him sitting there motionless.

She's on her side.

“Aren't you hungry? ”

Jung-kun has a different answer. He's making a noise.

“Hungry”

“Why don't you eat it? ”

“Don't want a chicken. ”

Su Yan

“ · · · · · · ”

Qin Qingyue patiently said

“Sir, you can try this duck bone fan soup. ”

As he spoke, a bowl was handed to you and placed in front of him.

Jung-kun didn't make a sound, just looked down at the soup.

Finally watched him reach out and lift the bowl of soup.

Su Yan shifted his gaze back and continued eating.

I don't know...

Just listen to the bang.

Even the bowl with the spoon fell to the floor.

Su Smoke didn't see it, just thought it was off.

The smile on Qin Qingyue's face was stiff.

Because she clearly saw that Mr. Jiujiu lifted the bowl and then let go of his hand.

She also felt Mr. Nine Words glance at her as the broken voice sounded.

Look at the broken bowl on the ground. Make a sound.

“Serve another bowl. ”

Qin Qingyue responded

“Yes."

Listen to your voice when you're about to make a move.

“I don't like fan soup. ”

Su Smoke looked at him and pointed at the other dish.

“Eat this? ”

“No.”

“This?”

“No.”

Su Yan

“ · · · · · · ”

Suddenly, the scene calmed down.

Su Yan, look at him. Ask

“What do you want to eat? ”

“Don't know."

Xiaohua listens to the conversation between the host and the male god.

Tongue.

This junior lord is truly remarkable.

Walk minute by minute on the patient bottom line of its host.

It's not hard to serve.

That's the hard part.

Or the kind that's obvious and bold.

And the more amazing thing about Xiaohua, her own host, is not angry!

And very patient. Tell Qin Qingyue.

“Prepare some more. ”

Qin Qingyue just responded.

Su Yan specifically emphasized

“Let the cook do it. ”

Qin Qingyue looked stiff, then nodded and walked outside.