Chapter 1077 (1/2)

By Ye Chen's burning eyes, Honglian's head droops lower, and her face is even more red.

Then, suddenly, she couldn't bear to turn around. With a sinister smile, facing Ye Chen's eyes, there came a double dragon snatching beads.

”Oh, ooh, ooh!”

Because the small ash charcoal is still on the side, so can only endure the scream, holding eyes rolling.

”Dad What's the matter? ”

Small ash charcoal looked back, saw a scene of leaf dust red eyes full of tears, could not help but timidly asked, ah, what a pleasant voice. My dear daughter, her voice is just like an angel. Her hurt heart and eyes are healed.

Ye Chen sighed, thinking has drifted to the distant future, judging the possibility of cultivating small ash charcoal into the next Immortal Emperor.

”Nothing. Dad was just moved to tears.”

Ye Chen wiped his eyes and secretly glared at the red lotus who turned her head to smile secretly and said the biggest words against her heart.

”By the way, this Can you still eat it? ”

Afraid of being asked by the small ash charcoal, ye Chen then asked. Sure enough, he had a special obsession with food, and his attention was immediately diverted.

”It's a pity that if you soak it like this, you can't make wormwood cake any more. You can only make wormwood soup.”

Small ash charcoal pitifully looked at the pot, which is just like sand, and then no viscosity of a pool of wormwood powder, shaking his head said.

”Bitter Wormwood soup? ”

Ye Chen and Honglian emit a silent and sad cry at the same time.

It's bad enough to make wormwood cake. If it's made into soup, isn't it as bitter as Coptis chinensis? This is definitely the torture of taste. Even traditional Chinese medicine is not so bad.

Honglian is also disheartened. Even if she can't describe her previous life with respect and treatment, she is absolutely free from food and clothing. Even if the taste system is ignored, this kind of food called absinthe powder is also a kind of torture to all normal taste creatures.

As a result, in the early morning, the dining table of this family has become the battle field of Shura. After drinking a bowl of wormwood soup, ye Chen and Honglian have bled out, their eyes are lost, and their bodies are gray and white.

I really want to study the difference between the structure of her taste system and that of normal people.

After breakfast. It's time for ye Chen and Honglian to ”go out to work”. To be exact, ye Chen, this useless father, should still be unemployed.

”Stay at home, you know?”

Before leaving, ye Chen touched the head of the little ash charcoal for the 101 times, and told her in this way.

Small ash charcoal took the trouble to nod, eyes fell on the three iron flowers, as if to say, don't worry, Dad, I will take care of them.

”It's good. It's good.”

Turn to leave, just did not walk a few steps, think or a little worried, leaf dust turned back.

”No more heavy work.”

”Well.”

Little ash charcoal did not make fun of Ye Chen's appearance of being a coward. Instead, she was very cooperative. She once again focused on her head and was very serious.

Then, they were teased by Honglian as stupid father and daughter. It's just that it's a little sour. If you want to join the stupid family, you can say it directly. This stupid girl is jealous.

Now, ye Chen and Honglian are discussing what to do next.