"Should I cook Manna's head in a pot? I don't know if this pig head can be cooked."

Looking at the hot pot of soup, Azan suddenly developed such evil thoughts.

But after another thought, he shook his head and said, "Huh? Or not. Now what I want is for these beasts to drink the soup. If they find out that the soup is not a heart but a head, it will definitely not Will drink soup."

So Azan hid Manna's head under the stove.

Then he chopped up the bundle of sausage and put it in a pot.

"Hmph, put them all in and drink to death your beasts."

Azan still felt uneasy watching the chopped grass tumble in the soup.

"I don't know if there is any weird smell in this grass, if they drink something wrong, they might not drink the soup. Especially the beast of Zaba is so suspicious."

Azan saw the salt jar placed on the stovetop and immediately smiled, "Yes, put more salt. Salt should be able to cover the strange smell."

Azan scooped a tablespoon of salt and put it in the pot.

"Well, that's it. Then I'm hiding here, waiting for a good show. Damn beasts, you all wait for it to go to the west."

Azan knelt in front of the stove, folded his hands together.

"Mother, you must bless me, bless me to kill those animals."

After finishing speaking, bang bang bang three beeps.

A long plastic sheet is hung under the chopping board in the kitchen. It should be a good choice to hide it under the chopping board. The idea was settled, Azan slid and got under the chopping board.

In the hall, Philip was singing to cheer the group of villains.

Feili sang and danced, glaring at the fierce and cruel Jaba one by one, making the group of minions drooling three feet long with envy.

"Oh, if I can have the blessings of the master, and get Philip's favor, it will be great. You look at her figure and the look in her eyes, I am really crazy."

"What do you think? A woman like Feili, as long as she has money, she can go on it. Do you have money?"

"No, there is only one lifeblood."

"Then don't worry about it. Every man has the lifeblood, and Philip has no shortage of men."

At the end of the song, Fili walked to Zaba, yawned, and sat on Zaba's lap.

Zaba patted Feili's **** with satisfaction, "The big **** is so heavy, it crushes me to death."

Philip said shamelessly, "A big **** can give you a son."

"Well, I like to hear that. We'll have a son later."

"Well, as long as the master is happy, I am willing to give birth to the master."

Chaba laughed happily, "Yes, this is my woman. What can you do with your poor husband? He has no money to buy you clothes. With him, you will have a full meal. I can’t eat it. Look at you with me now, eating, drinking and playing, and you don’t have to go to work in the ground. How moisturizing it is."

"Well, the master really loves me, I understand everything. My husband is a useless waste material, and that kind of man is not worthy of my respect. He is so poor and is not worthy of a beautiful woman like me. Marry him, I I'm so wronged. I want to buy a new dress. I have to discuss it with him for a long time. I always have no money to buy fertilizer, or I have to save money to buy fish food for the fish in the fish pond. That kind of tight I’ve had enough of these days."

"Then move to my house tomorrow. My house is big. You can live here. If you like to buy clothes, you can buy whatever you like. I will give you pocket money every month. I will keep you in gold and silver, and you will be delicious and spicy."

"Really, then I will move in tomorrow."

"Move in. Tomorrow I will let them move things for you."

"Master, you just take home like this, you have to give me a place."

"Name, then marry you in the door tomorrow and let you be my second wife."

Philip was so happy that she could not close her mouth from ear to ear, "Really? Great. By the way, your wife knows what to do?"

"My wife, does she dare to care about me? She just gave me a son. If you want to compare her, you can give me a son."

"Yes, the son she gave birth to is dead. She has absolutely no place in this family. And she seems to be unable to give birth to a son again. Didn't she still have four daughters?"

Zaba suddenly lowered his face and said nothing.

Philip, knowing she had made a mistake, was so scared that she quickly covered her mouth.

A minion next to him immediately reminded, "Philip, don't tell the master about the young master, the master will be sad."

Philip said embarrassingly, "Master, I'm sorry, it's my fault, I didn't think about what I said just now."

Zaba said unhappily, "Don't mention the death of Zharun again."

Philip nodded, "I see."

Zaba clasped Feili's slender waist, "Feili, you slut, I'm just waiting for you to give birth to my son."

Philip smiled, "No problem, sir, I have already given birth to three sons. I was born to give birth to a son. I can give you a fat son."

Zaba nodded in satisfaction.

"Go, let's have a son now."

After Zaba finished speaking, he picked up Philly and was about to leave.

A minion reminded him, "Master, the last dish is not served yet."

"The last dish?"

At this time, Jaba's mind was all on Feili, and his mind was full of ecstasy images of him and Feili on the bed. Where can I remember the soup in the pot?

Philip smiled, "It's the heart in the old yarn."

Zhaba patted his forehead and suddenly realized, "Oh, that's true, when I saw the beautiful eyes with attractive eyes, I actually forgot all the main dishes. Alas, by the way, where's Manna? Why hasn't she served the dishes yet."

The minions said, "I don't know, more than ten minutes ago, Manna said he was going to serve the pot of soup. Why haven't you brought it now?"

If this happened in peacetime, the suspicious Zaba would have reacted. But tonight, he drank too much because of the loss of her son, and Feili has been sticking to him. Now he is a little dizzy and doesn’t feel that Manna hasn’t brought soup here for a long time. Something is wrong. Instead, he said, "Isn't it just a pot of soup? Whoever serves it is not the same. Come on, whoever brings the soup, I have eaten the heart in the old yarn, and it happened to fight Philip for three hundred rounds."

Phillip laughed triumphantly.

The minions are all drunk, and no one wants to move.

"Master, the kitchen is where women go in and out. We are all big men."

What the minions meant, Feili knew very well that she was the only woman in the hall, and the implication was that she should serve the soup. Although Zaba promised her to be promoted to the second wife, but at present, she hasn't married into the door. It is not good to carry the shelf, so she smiled, "Isn't it just serving the soup? You wait, I will serve it."

Zaba squeezed Philip's ass, "Then go quickly and bring it quickly. Let's drink the soup and do business quickly."

"Master wait, I will come as soon as I go."

After Philippe finished speaking, she went out immediately with a twist.