If Song Yina is not the golden goddess of Song's group, not a talented goddess, then as a girl can make a few decent dishes, it can only be regarded as excellent, but now, she is Song Yina, so

It seems that there are no shortcomings and everything, it is really perfect.

"It's delicious."

Nangong Zeyan tasted the dishes in front of him, raised his head and said, Song Yina pulled her stool and sat next to her, with a satisfying smile on her face.

"..."

Han Xiaotu lowered his head, but he just ate a lot without talking, trying to use food to fill his inner loss.

Watching the three people finished eating, Song Yina helped clean the dishes and chopsticks, and cleaned up a bad kitchen that was made by Mo Yichen and Master.

"Ina, you are a model of a good wife and mother. Whoever marries you will definitely be a blessing for eight lives. It is definitely a good wife who gets in the kitchen in the hall! Can you find a perfect girl like you in the world?

?! "

The so -called the shortest of eating people, Song Yina just out of the kitchen, Mo Yichen admired her for a while, the beautiful mouth was full of flattering words.

"How can you say so well?"

Song Yina dangled her eyes shyly, but her eyes fell silently on Nangong Zeyano.

The familiar lake blue color is as clear and charming as a spring water. At this moment, the gentle and virtuous feeling of Song Yina's body is like his mother's coldness.

Once again, Nangong Zeye was firmly grasped by the places similar to his mother in the place where his mother was similar. He noticed that the Korean rabbit who was lost in Nangong Zeye secretly left his eyes secretly.

After the four people talked in the room for a while, the time had passed ten o'clock.

"Bunny, take a good rest." Song Yina looked at the table and said, "It's not too early, I go back first."

"I will send you." With Song Yina's up, Nangong Zeye also stood up.

"Well." Hearing Nangong Zeye, Song Yina's mouth appeared with a faint smile.

After Nangong Zeyan and Song Yina left, Han Xiaotu had no spirit, and went back to bed. However, lying on the bed, but inexplicably turning around, it was difficult to fall asleep. In addition to the young master in his mind, the two people staggered her thoughts completely.

The rhythm is messy.

Early in the morning, Han Xiaotu woke up with a pair of huge panda eyes.

Look at the time, just seven o'clock.

Han Xiaotu thought that today was Tuesday, and ran to Mo Yichen's room to knock on the door, for fear that the young master reached the bed, and was late to school.

"Hey -Mo Yichen, it's time to get up!"

There was no movement in the door for a long time.

I just wanted to raise my throat again, but heard the sound of Ding Ding Ding downstairs.

Hey? Is it already up to get up?

Han Xiaotu limped downstairs and found that two cups of hot milk were placed on the dining table, and the sound in the kitchen continued to come.

"Mo Yichen, what are you doing?"

When Han Xiaotu approached the kitchen, Mo Yichen was facing her without knowing what to do. When Mo Yichen heard the sound back, she saw that he was fried eggs.

"I'm making breakfast."

Mo Yichen turned off the fire, and the two fried eggs of Huang Chengcheng were in the market.

"Look, Han Xiaotu, my cooking skills are actually OK, at least, this egg is fried!"
Chapter completed!