There are all kinds of dishes in the kitchen, including all kinds of meat and condiments.

   Yan Tao opened the fire, boiled the chicken soup in the pressure cooker to make up for Qin Zong, and took a bowl of noodles.

  The white dragon silk noodles are hidden in the clear chicken soup with green onions, and there is a poached egg lying on the noodles.

   is enough to make a decent look.

  The scent floats into the nose, making people move their index fingers.

  Qin Zong rarely aroused his appetite, and the perfect facial features were looming in the heat. Yan Tao dragged a chair to sit next to his wife, and asked with a smile on his cheek, "Is it delicious?"

  Master Qin was about to nod. He raised his eyes and saw the young man’s proud look. He swallowed the compliments from his mouth back into his stomach, his cold eyes moved a little, and his voice was always cold and cold, "General."

   Yan Tao followed his eyebrows, "The requirements are so high?"

  Qin Zonggu chooses food to eat, Master Yan's heart is unbalanced, and she decides to brush up on her sense of existence.

  When Qin Zong stretched out his chopsticks again, Yan Tao turned sideways, opened his mouth, and bit off the dish from the man’s chopsticks.

  The man's hand holding the chopsticks paused in the air, his eyes...somewhat distressed, but soon disappeared, he calmly turned his eyes to look at Yan Tao, "If you are hungry, take the chopsticks by yourself."

   Yan Tao licked her lips with evil spirits, and her lips still left with vegetable oil kissed the man's cold and sharp side face, and licked it along the way.

  The taste of beauty is so good...

  Master Qin felt the greasy touch on his face, and his whole body suddenly became cold.

  The frosty cold that seems to be the beginning of autumn quickly spread from the bottom of his eyes. He stretched his arm and raised his hand, picked up the smiling boy, and threw it onto another chair.

  Yantao stepped on the chair with one foot on the chair, with her left hand on her knees, her whole body was full of hooligans, and her sharp peach-blossom eyes were full of gorgeousness, and her tone of voice was poignant to tease Qin Zong, "You... are you shy again?"

  唔...... The daughter-in-law is too shy, how will she carry out major events in life in the future?

  The young man’s lips smiled strangely, and his back looked like a pair of devil’s wings spread. The peach blossom eyes stared at Qin Zong for an instant. The heat in his eyes was like sparks in the wilderness. Once it spread, it would be a raging fire.

  Qin Zong sneered and pulled out his belt.

   Yan Tao Jun’s smile on her face stagnated: Isn’t her daughter-in-law wanting domestic violence?

  It is rare for Master Qin to disobey his orders.

   There is a lawless man, but he has nowhere to start.

   Simply, don’t do it!

  He is a soldier, so it’s easy to tie a prisoner.

   Clamped the boy's movements, the belt was wrapped around her wrist, tightened abruptly, and quickly wrapped around the chair.

  The whole process was done in one go, in less than five seconds,

   Yan Tao Mengmeng blinked his eyes: "Vertical, I'm still a baby."

  Bundling PLAY or something, it's too shameful.

  Then Yan Tao looked at the man’s gloomy handsome face, with good use of it, since the wife likes it, I can only obediently said in a helpless tone, "Come on!"

   Make the storm stronger.

  Qin Zong...

  This little hooligan has a wretched face, what the **** did he think of?

  He snorted coldly, carried the chair with one hand, dragged it to the corner of the living room, tucked a blanket over the boy, "stay here."

  Yantao: Daughter-in-law, why did you put me with a bunch of flowers and plants?

  Is it because I want to water the water, and then I can grow a group of Yantao tomorrow?

  She licked her lips and glanced at the man obliquely, "Can you change the position?"

  Qin Zong: "Where do you want to go?"

Yantao looked at him affectionately: "Where I can see you."

  Qin Zong sneered: "You should stay here to grow mushrooms!"

   Turned and left without mercy.

   Yan Tao was slanted on the large chair, her peach blossom eyes were covered with mist, and she sighed leisurely.