Lai Li's babble, and he looked at him.

Even the appetite is gone.

It is better to cook Zhu Xiao, Zhu Xiao cooked dinner, put it in front of him, and he is busy with his own, and it will not be annoying in front of him.

Put down the chopsticks and speak softly, "Lai Li"

"The Boy"

“Go to town and buy me something.”

“Lai Li is a little bit.

This is to get him to run.

“What the son wants to buy, the slave will let him buy it.”

“No, just go,” he said seriously.

“

Lai Li was not a fool, and suddenly realized that he was disliked by the yuppie.

"Son, the slave does not speak, so let's go and see the little girl."

Aggrieved out of the house, can not help but look back, want to say a few words, see the 捀沐阳 cold cold look at him, suddenly do not dare to say anything, step by step fast.

He took the bowl and continued to eat.

There is no taste, can not eat all, that is, to fill the stomach.

He was doubtful.

The same food, why Zhu Xiao made something, he eats a taste

The little boy is his fate.

fate.

Perhaps it should repair a book to the real person of Yang, ask to see if he has reached the fate of Yi Muyang, if there are still three years, three years later, he will go out to Beijing, what will happen when he returns to Beijing?

Is it a flying sky no one can stop, or fall into the dust, the base jianjian is like an ant.

“Aw and rub”

The fingers lightly broke the jade chopsticks.

He looked at the eyes of his mouth, and the corner of his mouth was full of cold, bloodthirsty laughter.

Even if he goes to hell, he will take those people together.

Lightly put down the chopsticks.

Shen got up, went into the study, and looked at the book slowly in his chair.

Lai Li secretly exposed a head, seeing that there was no one on the table, and that the things on the table were almost untouched.

He licked his lips and packed his things, and then went to Zhu Xiao’s yard.

The three sisters were having breakfast.

For the three of them, what is cooked by Grandpao Huang and Mother Wang is delicious.

Zhu Xiao also knows that what he does, that is, rare, is really more exquisite than these things, it is far from enough.

“Brother Lai, have you had breakfast?” asked Zhu softly.

After a night of rest, the body shen is not so painful, that is, some virtual, too intense exercise will be cold sweat DC.

But she also knows that while resting, proper exercise is also needed.

"I, I didn't eat," said Lai, sitting on the stool.

Zhu Xiao was slightly surprised.

Look at the lyrester mood qing doesn’t seem to be very good.

"Leytro, I'll go to the kitchen to help you get the dishes, and then eat the end, you eat with us," Zhu Hua said, pedaling and ran out.

In the end, it is still a child, lively, cute AI, although I also know that men and women are different, but the concern is true.

Lai hesitated for a moment, and agreed.

Go to the kitchen and explain.

Mother Huang and Mother Wang immediately gave food and let Zhu Huaer go.

Be polite and not difficult at all.

Soon, Lai Li's meal was brought back, and the four people sat together and slowly ate, but Lai Li's apparent absent heart.

“Lai Li, what happened to you?” asked Zhu Xiao.

“Alas,” Lai sighed.

He put down the dishes and said softly, "The son has not eaten well since yesterday's afternoon to today, and I am worried about his body."

“Judith is a little bit.

Don't say, she's also worried about the shaen body of the hustle.

After all, Yu Yuyang spent a lot of internal strength to save her, and was injured.

"The food made by the Queen Mother and the Queen Mother, is he eating the unappetizing?"

"Don't like to eat, do it in the morning, almost intact to come back."

“

Zhu Xiao's eyebrows.

She remembered that what she cooked, the glare of the glaze, had eaten a fine light.

"Small"

"Brother Lai"

The two of them looked at each other and understood each other’s minds.

Zhu Xiaoxing, "Brother Lai, Uncle Ayang is my savior, since he is willing to eat the food I make, then I will cook him a porridge."

“But you.”

"I am what I have on the shen on the pain, but in fact not particularly painful, last night took medicine, and rested for a night, has been much better, and I also have more exercise, in order to recover faster."

Quickly eat the porridge in the bowl.

She knew that she was eating and picking, but she did not think about what she did to pick up her mother-in-law and mother-in-law.

Slowly stand up Shen, gently moving a few times.

It hurt at first, but it hurts to get used to it, and that’s it.

“Sister, help me go to the kitchen.”

"Good"

Zhu Zhaoyi hurriedly helped Zhu Xiao, the two sisters first out of the house, Lai thought about hurry to keep up, "Let's be softer, don't let the son know."

"Good"

Zhu Xiao came to the kitchen, Huang Ma, Wang Ma Wei was very surprised, want to ask something, Lai Li faded out, "you go out first, this side to us."

“Yes”

Although the two of them were doubtful, Lai's words, they did not dare to refute it.

After the departure of Huang's mother and mother Wang, Zhu Xiao let the recruits the fire, and she began to scoop the rice and soak them in the pottery pot.

Slowly start washing.

Wait for the pot to wash, pour water into it, and wash the rice and put it down to cook.

When you cook, take the spoon and stir slowly until the porridge is cooked to thicken.

During this period, she made another cold dish, and Lai Li gave her a hand.

Lai saw the end from the beginning, and did not feel that Zhu Xiao cooked something with any knack.

A bowl of porridge, a stack of pickled vegetables, Lai took to Zhu Erlang's study.

He hesitated a little at the door, and then put the porridge in, "son"

He looked up at the things in Lai’s hand, and a faint incense came, and he wanted to eat something.

“What’s in your hand?”

“The porridge.”

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porridge

Lai put it in front of the yo-yo, "Daughter, you taste it, this is the little girl's own porridge."

Lai said to himself, and there was a smile on his face.

Ying Muyang looked at the hot re-breathing porridge in front of him, and wanted to eat the little in his heart, and suddenly the smoke disappeared, followed by an inexplicable anger.

He looked at the squirly smiling face of the lyre, and was even more angry.

He put his hand on the porridge bowl and swept the porridge shen, and scolded, "You let her cook the porridge."

Smiling on his face, a shrivet under Lai, flung his knees, and suddenly knelt on the broken porcelain.

Tightening your lips is not to admit fault.

Seeing Lai Li this way, Ying Yuyang was even more angry and smoking, angry, "You don't know that she almost died yesterday, this time should be a time to rest, but you let her cook porridge, why don't you let her go to heaven?"

Lai Li listened, felt that he was wrong, and felt that he was wrong.

The hand starts to slap itself.

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

A few slaps down, the face red and swollen.

The rabbi turned not to look.

He did not know the weight of the rattle, and he was distressed by the bowl of porridge that had been overturned.

“What happened to this?”

People don’t come, the voice comes first.

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