Chapter 1812： fattening

A good night's sleep, the eyebrows are full of energy, and the complexion is very good, but the chin is pointed and looks very delicate. ◢Щщш.suimeng.lā

"Eating half a bowl of rice for every meal in the future, don't protest!"

Yan Mingshun filled her a bowl of porridge, and then took another meat bun, his tone could not refuse, looking at the three white and fat meat buns on the plate, and the preserved egg lean meat porridge that was about to overflow from the bowl, Brows want to cry without tears.

so much……

How can she eat it?

"Eat slowly, I remember that you were not very good at eating when you were a child. You ate three bowls of rice and one fish at a time." Yan Mingshun smiled and deliberately teased.

His brows blushed, and he gave him an angry look.

At that time, didn't she want to make the Wuyue family unable to eat, and in the end, thanks to the yeast tablets given by Yan Mingshun, she didn't break her stomach.

Xiao Se has already killed two big buns, and looked at his eyebrows with contempt, "You just don't exercise too much, and you will practice boxing with me every day in the future. This amount of food is not enough for your teeth."

As she said that, she took another bite, and most of the buns disappeared, along with the delicious meat filling, and another bite, and the remaining half was gone. Xiao Se happily took a mouthful of porridge, and then reached for another bun.

Would you like to invite this cook to England?

Such a good craftsmanship is followed by eyebrows and talents, a stomach like a bird, and a chef hero is useless!

Brows turned white at her, grabbed a bun and stuffed it into Xiao Se's mouth, "Eat your bun!"

Boxing?

She would rather dance!

Yan Mingshun lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "It's okay not to practice boxing, you can also exercise in bed, I don't mind sparring..."

Meimei blinked, but didn't understand it for a while, and thought that Yan Mingshun was talking about sit-ups. Just as he was about to say that he didn't need it, he caught a glimpse of Yan Mingshun's meaningful eyes, and immediately understood...

exercise in bed...

sparring...

rogue!

"Don't!" The brows and cheeks were bigger than the steamed buns, but the face was redder than the salted egg yolk, giving someone a big white eye.

It's getting more and more shameless to tease her in front of so many people!

Yan Mingshun smiled slightly, it was not up to the goblin to decide whether to do it or not, the initiative rested with him.

He took a napkin to wipe Meimei's chin, and pocketed a piece for her, and said with a smile, "You are getting smaller and smaller, and you can eat oil on your clothes even if you eat a bun."

Meimei lowered her head and glanced, there was a drop of oil stain on the front of her clothes, she stuck out her tongue embarrassedly, "It's too much oil!"

The two of them leaned close to each other whispered softly as if no one else was there, and regarded Xiong Mumu and the others as nothing...

Xiong Mumu held the plate and went to the sofa in a heartbreak. Out of sight is pure, a single dog can't be hurt!

He glanced at Xiao Se, who was unaffected, and he had already eaten the sixth bun, and the porridge was also the second bowl.

Under Yan Mingshun's sweet words and coercion and temptation, Meimei killed three steamed buns and a bowl of porridge, almost reaching the throat. Yan Mingshun said that he was very pleased.

At noon, let the chef cook more dishes that Meimei likes to eat, and continue to stare.

The fat still needs to be raised. When the body is healthy, the spirit can fight against the poison.

The phone rang, and it was Mrs. Zhou who said she had something to look for, which sounded anxious.

Didn't meet at Bawanglou this time, Yan Mingshun took Mrs. Zhou to one of his secret strongholds, and Meimei also went to introduce Yan Mingshun to her.

"Aunt Zhou, he is my husband. He has something to ask you."