Dressed As The Deviant's Boss Beloved

Luo Yuwei, if there is no ground to see a thin court deep, also turned into the kitchen.

Mr. bo... Seems not angry.

The huge kitchen is full of all kinds of exquisite Chinese dishes, such as fried Buddha rolls, steamed Codfish with winter vegetables, red oil shrimp dumplings, Thai smoked duck breast, shark bone soup stewed with flower glue, braised Longya Guanyan

Ye Xian glanced at it roughly. Before his brain could respond to the name of the dish, his stomach began to purr.

She quickly covered it.

In the morning, we went to the group for the baptism of crazy spitting. We played with YFD until noon. Before we had time to have a bite of rice, Bo Xiaoli called us here to take the bracelet. In addition, we were killed by someone just now, and the energy was consumed quickly. Now we are really a little hungry.

But no matter how hungry you are, you can't cry at this time. It's a shame. Fortunately, no one listens

"Xianxian, are you hungry?" Wen Yan picked up a piece of bergamot roll with chopsticks and handed it to her mouth. With the other hand under the chopsticks, she gently followed it, like feeding a baby. She looked forward to looking at her, "come on, have a taste of aunt's craft."

Ye Xian: "I don't know.

"Ah, open your mouth."

"..." Ye Xian reluctantly opens her mouth and tries to brainwash herself. At this time, Wen Yan is only her fan, not bo tingshen's mother.

The entrance of bergamot roll is delicious and plump, crisp outside and tender inside. It is like a bomb with rich aroma. When it is put into the mouth, the delicious food will explode instantly. Every trace of aroma is like a dancer dancing gracefully on the taste buds.

Start, spin, jump!

It's delicious! Yummy Yexian's eyes are wide open.

"How's it going?"

"Auntie, did you really do it?"

"Yes, my aunt likes to cook when she has nothing to do. How does it taste?"

Ye Xian put up his thumb, "this taste should only be in the sky, the world can get a few times to taste!"

"Oh, ha ha ~" Wen Yan was embarrassed to cover her mouth by her praise, who can resist the red love beans. Naked praise! It's heart beating.

"Envy your baby's mouth is so sweet. If you like it, eat more."

Wenyan chopsticks to her hand, ye Xian quickly refused, "can't auntie, this is not good, later on the table, we have to eat together."

Wen Yan: "so, are you willing to stay for dinner?"

Ye Xian: "ginger is old and spicy.

But there is a saying that Bo tingshen's mother's cooking is too delicious. Compared with his mother, it's a paradise and a hell. It's clear that his mother is the artist who eats by hand.

Luo Yuwei: "aunt cooking so delicious, ye Xian will definitely stay, right, ye Xian?"

Luo Yuwei looks at Ye Xian. Ye Xian is stuck here by her words. She can't say no. if she doesn't say no, she not only says that Bo Mu's cooking skills are not good, but also hits her face just now?

"Of course."

Wen Yan and Bo Lishan smile happily.

"That's good."

"By the way, Yuwei, how's your pastry going? Can I help you? "

"Good."

Ye Xian saw that Luo Yuwei was making flower cakes. Each piece had a unique shape and rich colors. He could not help thinking of the star fragments in the original work.

Luo Yuwei's grandmother runs a pastry shop. She grew up with her grandmother and learned how to make cakes. Later, "pastry" played an important role as a token of affection in the book. Once, when Jiang Wanze finished work and went back to her apartment tired and hungry, Luo Yuwei brought a box of pastries. Jiang Wanze was greatly moved after eating them, For the first time, I realized the feeling of being cared.