Chapter 343

Yas Lambert soon came over and opened the door. He looked at the box of pork liver in Su Yao's hand, with a clear smile on his face, "why, are you here to thank me?"

"Hehe, I really thank you for your eighteen generations." Su Yao sneered and stuffed the box of pig liver into his arms. "You'd better keep it for yourself. I can live with it."

"Well, what are you angry about?" Ace Lambert took his hand.

Su Yao clenched his teeth and said, "you'd better go online to find out what this thing is used for, and then ask me this kind of question."

"I know this stuff is used to replenish blood. What are you angry about?" Yas Lambert looks innocent.

"Ha ha." Su Yao shook off his hand, turned over to his balcony, and then said very seriously, "during this period of time, you'd better not let me see you again, or I'll see you once and hit you once."

With that, he went into the room and slammed the door shut.

Yas Lambert touched his nose. "He's angry again. I don't understand."

He took the box of pig liver into the house, picked up a piece to taste the taste, and then spit out expressionless, "bah, it's really bad to eat, no wonder he will be so angry."

Yas Lambert had no idea that Su Yao was not angry because of this.

On the other side.

Su Yao couldn't calm down to do his homework. He thought of the box of pig liver and the innocent Yas Lambert. He was so angry that he kicked on the foot of the table.

And then he hopped there with his big toe in his arms. "Shit, it's killing me, ass Lambert, this damned thing!"

Yas Lambert suddenly sneezed. "It seems that Su Yao is scolding me again. His temper is really not small."

With that, he poured the liver into the garbage can.

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If you don't finish your homework during the day, you'll have to catch up with your homework at night.

And the teachers in the school are some demons, it is not a holiday, but the homework is arranged one pile after another.

Therefore, Su Yao sat in front of his desk, where he was burning the midnight oil and writing like wind. He almost had no hanging beam to stab his stocks.

"Goo Goo Goo."

Su Yao's stomach suddenly began to cry.

He put down the pen in his hand and lay down there, as if there were no bones.

One hand felt a hungry and shriveled stomach, "how hungry."

I knew he shouldn't have let aunt Hong leave work early. Now it's OK, but there's no one to cook when he's hungry.

At this time, the balcony door was knocked.

Su Yao turned his head and saw that it was Yas Lambert again.

"What do you want to do?" He asked weakly.

"Give you food." Yas Lambert picked up the fried chicken and the drink in his hand and showed him.

Su Yao "hum" a, "weasel to chicken new year, not good intention."

"If you don't want to eat, I'll throw it away."

Su Yao originally wanted to say, "throw it away." but when he thought that he was too hungry and could not cook, he gave in.

After all, it's the biggest place to eat.

He went over and opened the door and reached out to the bag of fried chicken that Yas Lambert was carrying. "Since you have sent it yourself, I can't brush your kindness. Give it to me."

Yas Lambert avoided his outstretched hand. "If you want to eat, let me in first."