Chapter 865 (1/2)

Li Zhuoyan rubbed her forehead, ”Oh, you be gentle.”

Her eyes rolled, ”I'm a sister. Can't you care about my sister?”

”You're worrying.” Ruan Su glanced at her and continued to drink.

She narrowed her beautiful apricot eyes and rubbed her sour waist again.

This dog man, like he hasn't had enough for hundreds of years, can't be gentle.

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The bright moon quietly climbed up the treetops and spilled into the room through the transparent glass. The woman's wing like eyelashes trembled twice, slowly opened her water eyes, looked around and frowned slightly.

It seems that she picked up song Jingyao from school. When she came back from school, she fell asleep.

Sleep till now?

She looked at the time. It was almost seven o'clock.

damn!

She remembered that she fell asleep on the sofa. Why is she in the bedroom now?

She got out of bed and went straight to the kitchen. It was so late that she didn't know what the little guy was hungry.

She was stunned when she opened the refrigerator. She didn't remember that she had bought food!

When she was secretly strange, suddenly a pair of solid iron walls behind her came up and surrounded her thin waist, pulled her into her thick arms, rubbed her neck, vomited hot air in the woman's sensitive ears, and aroused a burst of Su Ma's light tremor.

Unable to break free from the shackles of men, Jane 77 can only let men hold her tightly.

”Song Yan, let go of me. The child should be hungry. Let me make something to eat.” The tip of the nose ran into the man's clear breath. Jane 77's little face was slightly red, holding the man's sleeve tightly, and her little hand subconsciously pushed and blocked the man's arm.

”You fool, don't look into the restaurant when you wake up.” Song Yan looked at the man in his arms and couldn't help but let him love and pity him. He couldn't help but want to kiss her.

Just now he saw Jane 77, who was sleepy, passing through the restaurant, ignoring them and running towards the kitchen.

After saying that, he kissed the corner of her lips with his thin lips.

Jane Qiqi quickly turned around and looked at the restaurant. She was stunned.

On the table of the restaurant is a vegetable board with flour, a rolling pin and a basin with a lump of and good dough.

This is

She was stunned.

Some don't understand looking at Song Yan, ”what is this to do?”

Song Jingyao's children are stained with flour on the tip of their nose and are rolling dumpling skins with a mini rolling pin in their small hands.

Hearing Jane's voice, he raised his hand and wiped the sweat on his forehead. ”Mom, let's have dumplings tonight. Dad and I can't mix stuffing. We're waiting for you!”

Jane looked at the reconciled dough in shock, ”so... This side is yours? Will you still be together?”

Song Yan nodded and looked at her with a smile. ”I searched a video and learned it now. I'm going to search a video and learn to mix dumpling stuffing again. You'll wake up.”

Jane 77 raised her head and looked at him. Bei teeth bit her lips, tried to get rid of her shyness, raised her head and kissed the man's lips, ”you're great. I'll adjust the filling now.”

Song Yan hooked his lips, leaned close to her ear and said, ”I prefer you to praise me when you're in bed.”

Jane 77 blushed and pushed him, ”the child is still there!”

Song Yan glanced at Song Jingyao's little pot friend who was trying to learn ”pi'er” and bit her red lip, ”he didn't notice us at all.”

Jane was so angry that she stared at him, ”then set an example! Go roll the skin and I'll mix the stuffing.”

She then pushed him out of the kitchen. Then she opened the refrigerator and found celery, some pork, shallots and ginger.

Beat the pork into minced meat, smashed other ingredients, and sprinkled some seasoning and sesame oil.

She quickly took out the dumpling stuffing. When she saw the dumpling skin rolled by Master Chu and Master Chu, she was shocked.

This strange dumpling skin has triangular, heart-shaped and four different shapes... It just doesn't have a circle

The most is oval.

It's really hard for them.

But instead of laughing at them, Jane Qiqi picked up a dumpling skin and began to teach song Jingyao how to make it.

Song Yan also listened carefully. A family of three made dumplings.

It was more than eight o'clock in the evening when the dumplings were made.

”Well, now I'll cook dumplings. You two can go to the sofa and have a rest.” Jane Qiqi picked up the dumpling tray. ”It's really late for our family to eat tonight. Jingyao, are you hungry?”

Song Jingyao raised his little face stained with flour and smiled brightly. ”I can't wait to eat my own dumplings.”

”Ha ha.” Jane Qiqi smiled and looked at the dumplings made by song Jingyao. They were as strange as the dumpling skins he rolled.

And the child had a very rich imagination and named the dumpling, ”this is xiaohuahua, this is Xiaocao, and this is Xiaoye.”

The water soon boiled. Song Jingyao and song Yan had washed their hands, and song Yan made sour soup.