Chapter 1206： Weird smell (1/2)
His arms couldn't be screwed on his thighs, and Wei Qingyu's legs were particularly slender and powerful. Leng Han had to reluctantly share the same pot of fish soup with Wei Qingyu and Wen Zhongjiu.
”Hey, it's too much, old iron, isn't it just a few sips of your soup?”
Wei Qingyu held a very delicate small spoon in his hand, took a sip of the soup happily, and turned his face and began to disdain and contempt Lenghan.
Leng Han's face was completely black--
She and Lin Chou made this pot of soup together (※), and when someone took a sip, it felt like a pig's heartache.
Pigs can be slaughtered to eat meat to make ham when they are raised, can she Wei Qingyu!
Smoky Wei Qingyu? Salted Wei Qingyu?
Thinking about it this way, Leng Han felt even more sad...
Wei Qingyu was also preparing to slip out the set of ”feeding big Lenghan with a handful of **** and pee” to let the wind go. Lin Chou popped his head out of the kitchen and asked with a smile.
”Oh, I drank it all, how does Leng Han's soup taste!”
The pride on Wei Qingyu's face was frozen at that time.
”???”
What the hell...
Wei Qingyu said with a long heart, a frightened heart, and a complicated heart,
”Han Han, what did you cook in the soup, the steel dagger or the howitzer? Oh my god, you wouldn't throw the Yuanjing engine into it and cook it?”
Wei Qingyu clearly remembered that when Leng Han was a kicker, he pressed a lively second-order piebald leopard in the pot and cooked slowly and tried to forcibly cover the pot. It can be said that the scene was shocking.
A little recollection of the picture came out at that time: Leng Han trumpet, who is less than 1.2 meters tall, is wearing a special garrison uniform, with the Yuanjing sniper rifle she often plays with hanging from her waist, waving 270 kilograms in one hand. The source crystal barrel knocked on the head of the leopard violently, condensed the lid of the ice with one hand, and activated...
In the end, the pot of soup was kind Wei Tianxing's father, with tears full of touch and comfort in his eyes. One bite, one bite, one bite, one bite, one bite...The one who drank it, also ate meat and gnawed bones.
Of course, after drinking a bowl of soup, her father didn't forget to send a capable cadre to invite Prince Leng to die together...bah...to enjoy together.
After all, the Leng family, the Zhao family, and the Wei family have always been close to each other.
Anyway, since then, no one has dared to let Leng Han enter the kitchen. He has never even put a plate or bowl before a meal.
Leng Han Gaba snapped off the white porcelain spoon.
”Wei Qingyu!”
”Hey,” Wei Qingyu was not afraid of Leng Han's threats, ”you have never seen any old lady, na... the soup is delicious...”
Wei Qingyu covered half of her face very pretentiously with one hand, and wiped away unnecessary tears with the other hand.
”It's worth noting that I'm pulling you up like a single parent old scalper... 嘤嘤嘤... the taste of this soup... this is the taste of love from a good girl...”
The blue veins on Leng Han's forehead came out.
You say that if you have no fame, you have no fame. If you have more dramas, you can have more dramas. Acting skills are still bad!
”Drink your soup!”
Lenghan soup stopped drinking, dropped the spoon and went into the kitchen.
Wei Qingyu smiled.
”Why don't you drink?”
Wen Zhongjiu is wearing an old-fashioned gown that has not been seen for a long time, and his eyes are focused, warm and moist,
”The beauty is good for dinner.”
He asked Grandma Yue to make one hundred and fifty sets of the same long gown, fearing that he would not be able to get it when needed.
Wen Zhongjiu, however, knew that Bai Suren had to make three hundred spare sets of costumes for only acting in a play, and each set of costumes was specially protected, and she was a little worse than her.
Who doesn't have any idol baggage these days?
Wei Qingyu showed a slightly embarrassed look, and then served Wen Zhongjiu a bowl of soup.