Chapter 12 (1/2)

She is waiting on little Zhengtai to peel litchi for him.

Seeing Huan's face coming, he was slightly blessed, ”miss.”

When Huan Qingyan saw her, the blood in her brain came up and raised her hand, she wanted to slap her face. This was the reaction of the reborn woman

”Don't be so impulsive. The little bitch doesn't move for the time being. She's still loading white lotus. Let her load it first. She wants revenge one by one. What's the hurry?”

The resentment in my head finally relaxed.

Huan Qingyan doesn't look at the dream moon anymore, and follows everyone's eyes on the high platform.

On the high platform, there is a large stove. The stove is burning with flames. A 16-year-old boy with tiger back and waist is constantly adding firewood to the stove.

A large pot is placed on the stove. The pot is about two or three meters long in diameter and one or two meters deep. In front of the pot stands a middle-aged man, wearing a white gastronomic uniform and a white gastronomic hat, holding a huge gastronomic shovel. He is constantly frying something in the pot. This person is uncle Huan Beiming, the father of Huan Qinyan and little Zhengtai.

Handsome uncle!

Huan Qingyan feels that heredity is really unreliable. Huan Beiming is as thin as bamboo, and Huan's wife is also beautiful and delicate. It's unscientific for her to grow so fat.

Well, with the frequency of eight meals and 18 dishes a day, she can't digest the fat. More than 300 kilograms is good.

Huan Beiming stir fried for a while. From time to time, he took the condiments on the edge of the stove and poured them into the pot in order, then stir fried, and then poured them in

Soon after, a strong fragrance came from the big pot and floated over the whole small square.

The immoral Magic face smelled and began to drool