The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Yun Feifei saw Xi Yue staring at the table full of dishes, and chuckled with a smile: "Xi Yue, these are superb spiritual foods, you must have not eaten them before? Quickly try it, there are several The dish is unique to our Yun family, and the specially invited Ling Chef cannot eat it outside! If you leave the Yun family, you will not be able to eat it in the future!"

Xi Yue raised her eyebrows, Yun Feifei's pair of hers was so shabby, she hadn't tasted the taste of food, it was really obvious.

She hadn't responded yet, but the green luan beside him couldn't help it.

"What a joke, this is also a gourmet meal? I know it without eating, it's far worse than what my young lady did!"

Qingluan pointed to a plate of pasta in the shape of a bun, "The yellowish and so rough noodles make people look like they have an appetite. And the young lady said that the top spiritual food is to condense the spiritual power in the food, and not condense. "Look like this, let's say what is the best food?"

Yun Feifei was so refuted by a maid, suddenly unable to do so.

Mrs. Yun looked at Xi Yue in surprise, "Yue'er, are you still good at making spiritual food?"

Xi Yue laughed: "It's just for fun, if the old lady doesn't mind, you can try it."

Yun Feifei sneered: "Yunjia Lingchu has been immersed in this for decades. Can your spiritual food be compared with these five grades of spiritual food?"

When Mrs. Yun's face fell, she would reprimand Yun Feifei, and see Xi Yue's wrist turned over, and she had already taken out a few dishes.

Mrs. Yun hadn't seen it, she felt a strong scent pour into her stomach.

When she is older, her appetite is not so good. On weekdays, she does not eat too much high-level spiritual food made by the Yunjia Lingchu.

But smelling this scent today, my stomach started to growl.

What's this smell?How hard is it?

Mrs. Yun looked over and saw that dish of food, and felt that her saliva kept secreting, and her stomach cried louder.

"This is Tremella Babao porridge, Yanpi wonton, Ling crab soup dumplings, shrimp dumplings and egg tarts." Xi Yue smiled, "I did nothing to do, the old lady can try it."

Mrs. Yun swallowed her saliva, set up a soup bag with chopsticks, and sucked a bite through the thin skin according to Xi Yue's instructions.

The fresh and sweet taste accompanied by the hot soup flowed into the mouth, making Mrs. Yun almost want to swallow her tongue together.

A soup is filled into the abdomen, and the warm spiritual energy circulates in the stomach. Not only does it not feel supportive, but it is full of the desire to continue eating.

"It's so delicious!" Mrs. Yun exclaimed, and couldn't help picking up shrimp dumplings again.

So, when Yun Tianyi came in, he saw Xi Yue standing on the side smiling, drinking porridge leisurely.

Next to Mrs. Yun, she was eating the rounded belly and kept talking. It was delicious.

Yun Yalan and Yun Wenjing are excited about who the prawn dumpling belongs to.

There was a circle of Wupin Lingshi on the table, but everyone didn't even touch it.

And the only Yun Feifei who was unattended on the side was dripping with a gloomy face.

Yun Tianyi has never seen Mrs. Yun like this, quite surprised.

But when he knew the ins and outs of the matter, the surprise turned into deep resentment.

The mother has tasted the food made by the baby daughter, and even Yun Wenjing and Yun Yalan have eaten it. Why is it that only his father has not eaten it?