Chapter 1372 A man who can instruct the marshal to cook

  Ling Feng paused slightly when he wiped the aircraft.

   stood up respectfully and politely, "Master Marshal."

  Master Yan nodded with a smile.

  Shun the butler who followed, "This is Mr. Qin Zongqin, you clean up the room at the end of the second road, Mr. Qin wants to live."

  The butler's eyes paused, and he bowed and smiled on the surface, with a calm face: "Okay, Patriarch."

  Adhering to the principle of being a good butler with due diligence, I don’t even look at it.

   After retreating, his eyes swept wildly.

  He felt like being scratched by a cat’s paw inside, and it didn’t work: I’m fucking, the room at the end of the second road!

Isn’t    the room next to the owner? !

the most important is……

  These two rooms are connected! ! !

  Although the door is made like a dime on the wall!

but!

  That is not a real wall!

  The owner knows this!

  So, does the owner want to sneak in while the handsome Mr. Qin who looks up to the sky is sleeping, and wants to cook the raw rice for mature rice?

  No way, Patriarch!

  You are so shameless, does he know Mr. Qin? !

  Qin Zong raised his eyes slightly, and glanced at the silver-white flying vehicle that the young boy had been boasting.

  Turn around quietly and walk away.

   sat down on a chair next to him, his eyes narrowed, "I'm hungry."

  Chuxue leaned over, resting her head on her claws, and then called out.

  The king is also hungry.

  The butler stepped up at the right time, "Patriarch, Mr. Qin, I will tell people to prepare."

Before Yantao nodded, Qin Zong's eyes, which seemed to be like a mountain of ice and snow, moved slightly, "I want to eat what you made."

  The man’s voice is cold, but it sounds deep and nice.

  The butler was taken aback.

  What did Mr. Qin...say? !

  Eat the owner of the house? !

  The housekeeper began to think seriously about a question: their family can sit and never stand, and the owner who can lie down and never sit can cook?

  Although the owner of the family often steals Master Yunkuo’s experimental items, they are all handled by others, and he never does it.

  A few times, it may be eaten directly.

  But cooking this kind of thing, and their marshal...seems to be indistinguishable?

   Yantao raised her eyebrows lightly, her demon-looking face leaned closer, her warm breath almost sprayed onto the man’s skin, she chuckled, "What do you want to eat?"

"casual."

  The young man’s slender jade-like fingers fell on Qin Zong’s thin lips, and the evil air swirled between his beautiful eyebrows, “Well, why did you make you look so beautiful.”

  The beauty is fine.

  It's beautiful and just right.

  This made it difficult for Yan to resist.

   "I'll do it for you."

   "Wait."

  Speaking, the boy got up.

   Just about to step out, the trouser legs called Chuxue's big paws.

"Roar!"

  Don’t forget, there is mine too!

  This king is hungry too!

  Master Yan raised his eyebrows diagonally, and stretched out his hand to squeeze the big cat's paw twice.

Well.

  So soft.

  The butler was shocked: "Patriarch, you really want to... do it yourself?!"

  I fuck!

  He is not dreaming, is he?

  Is it raining red in the sky?

  Patriarch Yan put one hand in his pocket and glanced at him lightly, "Master Ben will do it himself, you hurry up and get everything ready for me."

   said, turned and left.

  The housekeeper was immersed in the shock of the master’s cooking, and turned back dizzy.

  Qin Zong leaned on the table, drinking water slowly.

  The posture is lazy, but the temperament is still cold and handsome.

  The butler tried to restrain his shock: the man who can instigate the Patriarch to do things!

  I fuck!

  A shining golden thigh poked in front of him.

  Don’t hug at this moment, when will you wait? !

  (End of this chapter)