Chapter 51

If you pool like eyes are full of a beautiful face, think of the little girl said three years did not eat ten times, he was distressed.

"Yes, I'm going to eat Chen Ji. If you don't, I'll go by myself."

Seeing the resolute appearance of metaphor, Mo Jingyao's lips were slightly hooked and said in a very seductive voice, "is it OK to exchange for barbecue?"

If it wasn't for the information provided by Lu Jiang that Yu se loved barbecue best, he would not have brought her to the seaside today.

I thought she would wake up after a short sleep, but I didn't expect it would be dark.

Not willing to wake her up, so he stayed with her for as long as she slept.

As soon as I heard the barbecue, my eyes lit up, "barbecue is OK."

Mo Jingyao's smile grew stronger and stronger. One day he got along with him, he found that Lu Jiang's investigation was correct. The little girl was particularly interested in eating.

It seems to be totally different from other women.

It's not that he has not dined with other women. Other women eat rice by the number of grains after a meal. As for other food, they are not afraid of being fat.

Moreover, they are all quiet ladies.

There is no such thing as metaphor. When it comes to eating, the eyes are bright.

With a smile, "let's start now." He pressed the lock.

As soon as she pushed the door, it really opened.

She got out of the car and looked back at the place she had just laid down. It was just a small bed. Unexpectedly, the Bugatti was still heavily equipped with mechanisms, so she could switch seats and cots at any time.

"Mo Jingyao, where did this little bed change?"

"Here." Mo Jingyao xiugu Yuchang points to a key on the side of the door.

The curious baby pressed it.

All of a sudden, the cot was put away and replaced with the previous seat. Even the blanket was automatically put away.

She pressed her eyes again, and the cot came out again, and the blanket slipped out.

"This is fun and interesting." The metaphorical eyes bend into the moon buds.

"OK, I'll go to the barbecue and you'll play here." Mo Jingyao looks at her pretty smile. If it is not for hearing her stomach cooing, he still wants to continue to look at her.

"You go, you go, I'll be right there, I'll play two more times." I pressed it twice as if I were a child. I closed the door and turned around to see the oven on the beach five steps away, as well as the ingredients.

And Mo Jingyao was standing in front of the oven and seriously barbecue.

There is a fragrance floating over, it should be easy to ripen vegetables and tofu and so on.

Yu se rushes forward with three steps and two steps. At one glance, he sees the ingredients of a big table and is surprised, "when did you prepare it?"

"Very early."

They started preparing before their car arrived.

Fortunately, it also has its own refrigerator, so it's fresh.

He just came over and took it out of the refrigerator.

"Ho..." One, and then there is a burning smell.

Let the figurative frown, who was staring at a large table to see where to start, turned and said, "is it a paste?"

"Do you have any?" Mo Jingyao glanced at the string string in his hand calmly. He had not barbecue for the first time.

However, the next second, he also smelled a smell of paste, "is paste."

"It's a string of dried tofu. Look at it. It's all pasted. You can't eat it if it's pasted. You're a waste. This one will be baked soon. You should turn it over frequently." Yu se rushes over and pushes aside Mo Jingyao. He checks the food on the stove one by one. It's OK. Only dried tofu sticks are pasted. Everything else is fine.

The position of dried tofu string is because of the fire.

With the light from Bugatti's headlight, the girl threw the battered one into the garbage bag with excitement on her face, and then turned over the others skillfully.

Looking at a string of dried tofu seems to be able to eat, she took it up and ate while baking, "Wow, eat well, who matches the ingredients?" It was the first time for her to eat such a delicious string.

Even ordinary dried tofu string is delicious.

"Sent it after you had the ingredients." Mo Jingyao glanced at the ingredients, which were prepared by ten top chefs within an hour of driving to the seaside.

The reward is 20000.

If yu se says it's not delicious, the ten chefs will be directly blacklisted here.

"Delicious." Yu se even ate two strings of dried tofu, but there was no more to eat.

The others are not baked well.

Seeing her skillfully turning it over, Mo Jingyao looked at it carefully for a minute and said, "I'll bake it. You can eat it."

Although it was the first time, I watched it for a minute and I could see it.

"Mm-hmm, I'll get the ingredients. You can't bake any more. Will you?" Thinking that the man's IQ should not be bad, Yu se moved away and returned his position to Mo Jingyao."Well." Mo Jingyao learned how to describe the color, and then he baked it.

It turns out that it's not hard to do this.

What do you like to eat

Hands are all their own favorite food, think of all are prepared by this man, metaphor color a little guilty.

"All right." He eats whatever she eats.

Just baked are easy to cook, that is because he knew she was hungry, worried that she was hungry.

Therefore, Yu se was responsible for the food, and Mo Jingyao was responsible for barbecue.

Of course, it's quick to take and slow to bake.

Therefore, the metaphor becomes responsible for eating.

Comfortable lying on the side of the massage chair, take a glance at the kebab just baked on the small table, metaphor color like the queen to eat, "this mutton kebab is really tender, is the most tender I have ever eaten, Mo Jingyao, where to get the ingredients, the next time our classmates get together, we will go to this house to get the goods."

Mo Jingyao smoked from the corner of his lip. The mutton is naturally tender. It is said that the fresh and tender mutton was directly taken from the freshest and tenderest sheep and sent to him with a brush.

If the metaphor wakes up earlier, it will be more fresh and tender.

You don't have to tell me in advance He will arrange it for her, "but I'm going to attend your classmate party, too."

Thinking that there must be boys in her classmates, Mo Jingyao immediately decided to do so.

"My classmate party, of course, are all classmates. How strange it is for you to go there. It can't be." The food was comfortable. Although I protested, the tone of metaphor was good.

"I provided the ingredients."

"We give the money."

"Are you sure?" Mo Jingyao turned to look at the metaphor. His eyes were bright and bright like obsidian.

The strings in Yu SE's hand are automatically put down. When you see a man wearing an apron for the first time, you can look like an emperor. Is it necessary to bake a string like this?

However, to such Mo Jing Yao, she was a little bit counselled, "is it very expensive?"