Longmengyao's unnatural eyes looked away. He accidentally collided with his father's dodging eyes. At the same time, the father and daughter made eye contact, and they spoke very tacitly.
"Maybe Kong Shuyan!"
Yu qingshallow has no temper, but what is the child doing with the flower?
I feel unhappy, and I'm sorry to say that Kong Shuyan's son is not. I can only bring the flowers down angrily and take care of them again.
When longmengyao saw that her mother was not responsible, she immediately turned around and slipped back to the room. When she closed the door, she laughed loudly.
Poor Kong Shuyan, so she carried the black pot.
I thought that his mother liked him so much. It's right to carry some black pot.
Can't wait to pick up the mobile phone and start sending wechat to Kong Shuyan. Of course, she will never tell him about carrying the black pot.
Two people all sorts of sweet talk, time passed unconsciously. When longmengyao got up from the bed again, it was dark. After a look at the mobile phone time, he found that it was already seven o'clock.
Longmengyao is curious. It's time to have dinner at this time of day. What's the matter today?
With curiosity, she opened the door and walked out of the room. The light was on downstairs. Her father was sitting alone on the sofa reading books and newspapers. There seemed to be no movement in the kitchen.
Longmengyao is curious, "where's my mother, dad?"
The man in the sofa raised his head and made a sign to her in a lower voice, "Shhh!"
Long Mengyao: "what's the situation?"?
She stepped downstairs, standing in the living room, and asked, "what's the matter, dad?"
Long yushuo is also helpless. He looks at a room upstairs and says, "your mother is not happy because of the flowers. We didn't have dinner today."
Longmengyao's face was surprised because a mother of flowers wouldn't give her a meal. Isn't it too much?
"So... What do we do, hungry?" Longmengyao didn't know what to say.
Her dear father raised his eyebrows at her and said with a smile: "girl, it's time for you to act... Br >
the expression on longmengyao's face is more colorful, and she stammered with fear," what do you mean? Don't you want me to cook? If you are not afraid that I will blow up the kitchen, you will let me do it. "
If she doesn't blow it, let her cook, the kitchen will suffer. She is very confident!
Last weekend, her mother asked her to cook eggs. The bottom of the pot was leaking. Fortunately, there was no explosion.
Since then, her mother never let her move too much. Occasionally, she would brush a bowl and look for her, for fear that she would destroy the kitchen.
Just a kitchen Xiaobai, her father has the courage to let her cook, isn't it crazy?
Unbelievable eyes to the sofa father, long Mengyao wait for his answer.
"What do you think? It's better for me to cook by myself." Long yushuo never visited the airway.
Longmengyao said, "what do you mean?"
Long yushuo put down the newspaper in his hand, leaned forward and lowered his voice. "I mean, let you give full play to your food market and order delicious takeout."
After listening to his father's explanation, longmengyao immediately beamed, "Dad, you are so good-looking. You are looking for the right person. Otherwise, I can't order takeout!"
When the father and daughter hit each other, they made such a happy decision. When Yu qingshallow woke up, he could smell the barbecue in the living room, and beat people's hearts!