Chapter 392

"It's true that Mingming is not too small. It's time to put it on the agenda."

In order to help her son eliminate potential enemies, she had to sacrifice the president. Jiang Ma resolutely abandoned her former comrades in arms.

"I always ask Mingming to hold on, but she says a lot. When the girl sees me, she runs away." Ms. Liang shook her head helplessly: "in my opinion, I still can't relax. You see how good you are now. You have both safety and fishing. So, adults always look at problems longer than you young people. You young people should not always reject what adults say, but occasionally adopt it. "

"Well, well." Feng Lanchu nodded solemnly. For adult brainwashing, sometimes just nod obediently. As for what is said, it doesn't matter.

Jiang An's look at her, has completely mastered the beginning of the wind LAN urine, but to her clip dish: "eat quickly."

As for who Wei Wei Ran is, ah, you will always know.

The meal should be eaten until 12 o'clock, which means plenty of food and clothing throughout the year. In order to delay the time, we chatted with each other, often chatting for ten sentences.

Under the intentional guidance of Feng Lanchu, the content of our chat finally changed from the second child to the hot spring.

That's right. The old people are going to team up for a hot spring tomorrow.

As a travel expert, Ms. Liang kept planting grass for Jiang Ma and got all kinds of good things on the journey. They ate and brushed a treasure, and had a heated discussion about everything.

Jiang's father and Feng's father were drinking and chatting. Although Jiang Anzhi didn't often interrupt, they always took him with them when they raised their glasses. So Jiang Anzhi became a wine companion. Without saying a few words, they drank one after another.

Feng LAN has never seen Jiang An Zhi drink at home, and I don't know how much he drinks.

One of the two emperors galloped in the shopping mall and the other roamed in the unit. They didn't drink too much.

At the beginning of the wind LAN can only silently give Jiang An's soup, while everyone doesn't pay attention, gather his ear and say: "don't be so sincere, they call you to drink, you really drink, gather your lips to take a sip, you won't know."

Jiang Anzhi chuckled and patted her hand to show that she knew.

Who knows wind father is ear sharp ground to hear, just smile to shake head to say: "you this wench, at this time shake what clever."

The wind haze is beginning to feel embarrassed to spit out tongue to smile.

But Jiang's father waved his hand and said, "OK, Anzhi, don't accompany us any more. Take good care of your daughter-in-law."

Jiang Ma looked at the time, more than nine in the evening, also said with a smile: "that an Zhi and Xiao Chu go to wash some fruit, eat some rice."

"Good." Fenglan gets up and goes to the kitchen according to her words, and Jiang Anzhi follows her kindly.

Feng LAN first took a look at Jiang Anzhi, who was following suit. She couldn't help saying, "you can sit here and have a rest. I can do it alone."

"Nothing." Jiang'an's footsteps are steady and he is not drunk. He is still in a good mood, and not a few cups of Baijiu.

In the kitchen, Jiang Anzhi opens the fridge to wash the fruit, while Feng Lanchu prepares the dishes, knives and forks.

The couple are in harmony in the kitchen.

This is the first time that they have been keeping the new year's Eve together. The consequences of eating and preparing meals are no different from those of ordinary couples. They are simple and happy.

Fenglan wants to cut fruit at the beginning, but Jiang Anzhi takes the knife and cuts it by himself.

His knife work is good, these days to wind Lanchu hit, also used to take the knife, wind Lanchu obediently gave the knife to him.

"Your knife work is really good." She sincerely exclaimed: "do you still teach how to play swords when you learn kung fu?"

After all, Jiang An's inability to cook can only be attributed to his martial arts?