The arms couldn't twist the thighs, and Wei Qingyu's legs were particularly long and strong, so Leng Han had to reluctantly share the same pot of fish soup with Wei Qingyu and Wen Chongjiu.
"Hey, hey, that's too much, old man. Isn't it just a few mouthfuls of your soup?"
Wei Qingyu held a particularly delicate little spoon in his hand, took a sip of the soup happily, turned around and began to look down on Leng Han tastelessly.
Leng Han had a completely dark face——
She and Lin Chou had worked hard to cook this pot of soup together (※). If someone else took a sip, it would feel as if they were feeding a pig.
When pigs are raised, they can be slaughtered for meat and made into ham. Can Wei Qingyu do that?
Smokey Wei Qingyu? Salted Wei Qingyu?
Thinking about it this way, Leng Han felt even sadder...
Wei Qingyu was about to show off the trick of "feeding Da Lenghan a handful of shit and a handful of urine", but Lin Chou popped up from the kitchen and asked with a smile,
"Hey, I drank it all. How does Leng Han's soup taste?"
The pride on Wei Qingyu's face froze immediately.
"???"
What the hell...
Wei Qingyu said in a serious, frightened and complicated way,
"Hanhan, what did you cook in the soup, a steel dagger or a howitzer? Oh my god, you didn't throw the Source Crystal engine in and cook it, did you?"
Wei Qingyu clearly remembers the scene when Leng Han, as the kicker, pressed a lively second-level spotted leopard into a pot and simmered it over low heat while trying to forcefully close the pot lid. It could be said that the scene was shocking.
As soon as I recalled the scene, the image came out: Leng Han, who was less than 1.2 meters tall, was wearing a stiff special garrison uniform, with the Source Crystal sniper rifle she often played with hanging around her waist, and wielding a 270 kilogram weight with one hand. The source crystal cannon barrel violently hit the spotted leopard's head, condensing a solid ice pot lid with one hand, and simultaneously launched...
The kind father Wei Tianxing drank the last pot of soup with tears of emotion and joy in his eyes, one mouthful, one mouthful, one mouthful, one mouthful... He also ate the meat and gnawed the bones.
Of course, after her father drank a bowl of soup, he did not forget to send his capable general to invite Prince Leng to die with him... Bah... enjoy it together.
After all, the Leng family, Zhao family, and Wei family have always been as close as one family.
Anyway, since then, no one has dared to let Leng Han enter the kitchen. He has never even put a plate or a bowl before a meal.
Leng Han broke the white porcelain spoon with a snap.
"Wei Qingyu!"
"Hey," Wei Qingyu was not afraid of Leng Han's threat, "I haven't seen you before, huh... the soup is delicious..."
Wei Qingyu covered half of his face with one hand in a very pretentious manner, and wiped away unnecessary tears with the other hand.
"It's not in vain that I raised you like a single old scalper... 嘤嘤嘤... the taste of this soup... this is the taste of love from a good daughter..."
The veins on Leng Han's forehead popped out.
If you say you have no character, then you have no character. If you have more dramas, just do more dramas. Your acting skills are terrible!
"Drink your soup!"
I stopped drinking the cold soup, threw down the spoon and went into the kitchen.
Wei Qingyu smiled and said,
"Why don't you drink?"
Wen Zhongjiu was wearing an old-fashioned gown that had been missing for a long time, with eyes as gentle as jade and focused,
"It's so pretty."
He asked Grandma Yue to make 150 sets of the same style of gown, just because he was afraid that he would not be able to show off when needed.
Wen Chongjiu knew that Bai Suren had to make 300 sets of spare costumes just for one play, and each set of costumes was protected by a dedicated person. He was a little worse than her.
Who doesn’t have some idol baggage these days?
Wei Qingyu looked slightly embarrassed, and then served Wen Chongjiu with a bowl of soup.
"In my lifetime, I can actually drink the soup cooked by Han Han. I really want to call dad and Mr. Leng together. They will probably cry on the spot, right?"
"More scares than surprises," Wen Chongjiu smiled.
There are bits of orange-yellow glitter floating on the surface of the white fish soup, as light as floating clouds. The extremely thin ham shreds are hidden under the floating clouds, revealing a third of the figure, and the tender and eye-catching green onion sprouts have been squeezed out. The rim of a porcelain bowl - it seems that it is not the protagonist here today.
"very beautiful!"
Wen Chongjiu was surprised,
"Qingyu, this is not what you said."
There is a serious age gap between Wei Qingyu and Wen Chongjiu, and the relationship across the generation gap is partly based on the embarrassments of the people around them.
Are you okay?
For example, Wen Chongjiu can ask Wei Tianxing about what Wei Qingyu was like when he was a baby. Master Wen can gently say to Sister Qingyu that I hugged you when you were little and you peed all over me. .
For another example, Wei Qingyu can tell Lord Wen word for word about Leng Han and his ignorant and hazy youthful sadness. Even if he makes a nasal laugh, his legs will be cut off and his head will be beaten on the spot. Crooked like this.
Therefore, the reason why Wen Chongjiu is still alive can only fully prove the tenacious vitality and tenacity of the fifth-level evolver's will, but it does not mean that his emotional intelligence is any higher than our boss Lin.
It's obvious that Mr. Wen also doesn't understand the simple truth that you can't get praise if you don't give your girlfriend enough recognition.
Wei Qingyu knocked Wen Zhongjiu's forehead fiercely,
"I must have wronged her. Let me tell you, it goes without saying that I know that this fish soup must be made by Lin Zi. That little girl, hum~"
Wen Chongjiu made another mistake, nodded noncommittally, sipped the fish soup,
"Eh? This fish soup..."
"You don't believe me?" Wei Qingyu banged Wen Zhongjiu's head, "What's wrong with the soup? Does it taste wrong?"
Wen Zhong drank and smacked his lips,
"I'll try it again."
Wei Qingyu drank a bowl of it,
"Well...it tastes really good..."
Wen Chongjiu frowned, trying hard to let his taste buds, which had been damaged by several barrels of wine every day, sense the odd taste.
"No, I feel like this soup... I can't describe it... has a very familiar and strange smell... It's not that it doesn't taste good... it's just... ugh..."
"Strange smell," Wei Qingyu rolled his eyes, "I think this soup probably resonated with the smell of salted fish in you!"
"???"
Wen Chongjiu choked a mouthful of old blood into his lungs. He couldn't exhale or inhale, and coughed violently.
emmmm...
He couldn't answer this. In fact, in the entire Mingguang Base City and Hei Chenhai, there was no one with his level of strength who was more salty than him.
Even Niu Lanqi Niu Lanshan, who was blocked by Gui Xu, was making various tricks all day long, trying to open the door to the new world.
And he——
Drink several barrels of wine every day.
Make several barrels of wine every day.
Other than that, nothing else.
"This is a problem~"
Wen Zhongjiu drank the fish soup with a slurp of wine, feeling deep online.
Mad, my girlfriend thinks I'm a salty fish, that's okay.
But if my former gay friend and future father-in-law dislikes me, then there will be a big problem.
