Chapter 1373 (1/2)

Jun porcelain knocked on the door board: ”have a meal.”

On hearing this, Sula immediately stopped playing, got up and whispered, ”thank you for teaching me.”

Ji Mo Yin seems to have been stunned for a while, and then said: ”you're welcome. It's smooth.”

When Jun porcelain returned to the table, Jiang Yi saw Sula's front and back feet and Ji Moyin come out of the study together. His expression was a little strange: ”when did he enter the study? Didn't he always help in the kitchen?”

Jiang Yi ignored the things he didn't pay attention to.

”Does he call for help?” he sneered

It's called standing all the way, talking without backache, pointing at the mountains and rivers, in fact, fart is useless.

When Jing dawning interrupted, Sula and Ji Moyin came over, and Jiang Yi did not continue to ask. Everyone took their own dishes and began to sit at the table and heat the hot pot happily.

Of course, you can't miss the piano on such an important day. It was originally intended to make up for sleep, but when it smelled the fragrance in the air, there was no way to avoid it. It had the cheek to come out and plan to eat.

As for his dog son cello, he has been puckering under the table.

Of course, this kind of behavior is not suitable for today's tall piano. When the piano comes here, it yells at Jun porcelain.

”Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, O, O, O, O, O, O, O, O, O, O, O, O, O, O, O, O, O, O, O, O, O, O, O, O, O, O, O

Shovel excrement, I also want to eat hot pot, give me to eat some!!

It's so blatant that other people can't understand it, but Jun porcelain has an interpreter there. He glances at it and burns a piece of beef for it. The beef is imported, tender and delicious.

The piano saw Jun porcelain scalded a piece for himself, and happily went to take his dog basin. Jun porcelain put the hot beef into its dog basin. Suddenly, he saw the cello beside him smelling and moving. He pouted his father aside and ate the beef first!

Jun porcelain:

Piano:.... ”

The spy just saw this scene on the sofa and laughed, ”what else can I do? After all, it's my son. Of course, I'll forgive him! ”