Rebirth Of The Apocalypse Queen: On Your Knees, Young Emperor!

After a brief cleaning, and by the way, the bed sheet was destroyed and Qin Yi left the door.

I don't know if they are tired, Lin Qing and the others are still sleeping, and the living room is quiet.

Qin Yi didn't plan to wake them up, they were tired these days, and because of her anorexia, these people didn't eat much.

Qin Yi came to the kitchen, preparing to cook some food for a few people, but Qin Yi was full of black lines. Is this room patronized by bombs really a kitchen?

She remembered that the kitchen was still good last night. Why did the kitchen change drastically after she slept.

The white walls were covered with black marks, all the dishes were missing, and the bottom of the pot was burnt.

Nima, who will tell her what is going on.

Qin Yi stood at the kitchen door thinking wildly, while Chu Mohe held the rabbit downstairs.

He rubbed his eyes and saw Qin Yi standing at the door of the kitchen, greeted softly, "One by one, good morning, what to eat in the morning, I'm so hungry."

He didn't eat anything last night, although he left some snacks one by one, but. . . . .

Qin Yihe sneered, pointed to the kitchen, and asked: "What's the matter? I was just who had a sleep. The kitchen is like being looted by aliens."

Chu Mohe slapped Hache delicately, rubbed his eyes and wiped away the physiological tears. He glanced casually at the kitchen after the war of the century, and said indifferently: "Well, it's not someone who is looting. The masterpiece of the boss."

Qin Yi frowned, a little uncertain, "Brother Huan?"

Chu Mohe nodded cutely, and pulled the rabbit's long ears, "One by one, don't let the boss do it in the future. Every time he finishes cooking, the kitchen will do this."

What Chu Mohe didn't say was that they didn't mind if the kitchen was like this, but the key was that the boss made the things that tasted like a word. It was the king of dark cooking, and he never wanted to eat it again.

Qin Yi was a little surprised, "This is Brother Huan's masterpiece, doesn't Brother Huan know how to cook?"

She remembered that Yun Huan looked very confident yesterday.

Chu Mohe's face stiffened, as if thinking of some bad memory, the hand holding the bunny ears tightened, "Boss, Boss, he can't cook."

Chu Mohe looked left and right like a thief, and then trot down under his slippers. The baby-faced Chu Mohe was a head taller than Qin Yi, he lowered his head and whispered to Qin Yi.

"One by one, what the boss made is not unpalatable, but poison. You can see why Lin Qing and the others didn't come down. They stayed overnight last night."

So, one by one, you should never let the boss cook in the future.

Qin twitched the corner of his mouth, which was comparable to a laxative.

"what are you guys saying?"

Qin Yi looked up, it turned out to be Yun Huan.

He was standing at the top of the stairs. He was wearing a black coat today. He may have just woken up. His cold peach blossom eyes were a bit lazy, thin and moderately broken hair was lazily covered, and he looked abstinent, but There is a bit of extravagance and elegance.

Really beautiful and delicious.

Qin Yi said that she was in a good mood to see such a beautiful scenery early in the morning.

Chu Mohe shrank behind Qin Yi, trying to reduce his sense of existence, ooh, why did the boss come here at this time? He probably didn't hear it.

Yun Huan saw Chu Mohe next to the boy, her indifferent peach blossom eyes shrinking.

too close.