Chapter 62： Do you know what papaya porridge supplements?

Chapter 62 Do You Know What Papaya Porridge Makes Up?

After Liu Wanchuan left, Han Xuan quietly stuffed the note with Lorraine's mobile phone number into her pocket. This cold beauty, a famous iceberg on the top of the city, unexpectedly, at this moment, Like a little girl who has won a treasure, the corners of her mouth curl out with a trace of triumph, sneaky with joy.

Han Xuan is an arrogant girl who is embarrassed to take the initiative to contact Lorraine, so she took such an opportunity to get Lorraine's mobile phone number without knowing it. In the future, even if it's okay to send a harassing text message in the middle of the night, it is estimated that Lorraine doesn't know who it is.

"Hmph, you don't need to be arrogant, the squad leader has his own way to fix you." When entering the class, Han Xuan unexpectedly threw a triumphant smile at Lan Lan in the back seat, which made him sit down. Lan Lan, who was in a daze, scratched her head inexplicably, wondering what the squad leader was smoking.

Lorraine hurried back to Jingxiang Garden, came to the door of Aunt Qin's house, knocked on the door, and the one who opened the door was Qin Wanshu dressed up as a house.

After coming out of the hospital, Qin Wanshu recovered well. At this time, there was a trace of ruddy on her face, and her eyes flowed like autumn water with a trace of moisture that made every man's mind tremble. Today she wore a loose piece of clothing. Brown casual single, round low collar, exposing white and tender neck, and two **** collarbones, this does not mean she is not full, on the contrary, there is a deep gully in the middle of the collar. , Clearly interprets this, the two towering arrogant roundness on the chest seem to be full of elasticity, even the elastic casual singles are fully supported, and they look like they are ready to show.

On weekdays, Lorraine is used to Qin Wanshu's work ol outfit. Seeing that she is dressed like the sister next door at this time, it really feels special.

"Smelly boy, what are you looking at?" Qin Wanshu seemed to notice Lorraine's inadvertent glance at her chest. Two red clouds flew quickly on her white face, but her heart was not angry. On the contrary, she was a little bit happy, her white hands symbolized Sex's **** were blocked for a while, and she whispered softly.

Lorraine smirked: "Where is Aunt Song?"

Qin Wanshu blushed and said, "She's in the kitchen."

"In the kitchen?" Lorraine was taken aback, "What are you doing in the kitchen?"

With that, the door closed and the two entered the living room.

Qin Wanshu tidied the dining table while saying, "Xiao Lin, what are you asking? Of course you are cooking in the kitchen."

"Cooking?"

Lorraine felt like a big hole had suddenly opened in his mind, and he rushed into it: "Song Xiaoniu can cook?????!"

Reminiscent of Song Meiyuan's seemingly profound family background and her style of behavior since she met her, how could she look like a woman who can cook at home?

"Why, Xiaolin, don't you believe it?" Qin Wanshu pursed her lips and smiled, then walked forward, stopped by Lorraine, and quietly leaned into Lorraine's ear, "Actually, I don't believe it, haha."

At this time, Qin Wanshu didn't feel that the whispering of an aunt and an underage boy at such a close distance was actually a very ambiguous action. At least, Lorraine felt her mind sway a little, and the gentle breath that Qin Wanshu accidentally exhaled when she spoke with a smile made Lorraine's earlobes itchy.

Lorraine scratched her ears to see that Qin Wanshu was not unnatural at all, secretly saying that she was really unhealthy in her heart.

Qin Wanshu continued to laugh in a low voice: "She is leaving this afternoon. I don’t know what it is because of her nerves. I heard that you have to ask for leave and come back to send her off. She has to go to the kitchen to cook a meal personally, saying that she is going to give it to you before leaving. Leave a good image of virtuous and virtuous."

Oh, that's it.

It turned out to be catching ducks on the shelves. This little girl Song is still a novice in the kitchen.

When I just thought of this, I suddenly heard the location of the kitchen, and there was a shout of "Ahhhh".

Lorraine and Qin Wanshu met, and then ran towards the kitchen together, opened the kitchen door and saw that the cooking pot in front of Song Meiyuan had suddenly rushed towards the range hood, a scorching smell filled the air. Throughout the kitchen, Song Meiyuan wore her braids, wrapped her apron, and rolled up her sleeves. She looked like a capable young woman at home, but she was far away from the cooking pot. She was holding a spatula in one hand and her arm in the other. She looked terrified. I want to go up and continue cooking, but I seem to be afraid of something. Taking a rough look, after a few days of resting, Song Meiyuan's scars on her face have obviously subsided, only her delicate white arms are still faintly marked with blue and purple, but she shouldn’t be a big deal from seeing her lively and briskly. Up.

Seeing Song Meiyuan's battle, Lorraine couldn't help laughing and joking: "I said Aunt Song, are you fried explosives? You are scared."

Song Meiyuan gave Lorraine a white look. In fact, she had heard the sound of Lorraine coming in from outside, but she could not concentrate on cooking. It's a pity that she, the chef, is incompetent, so she immediately said to Qin Wanshu beside Lorraine: "Wanshu, Wanshu!...Hurry up, come and help..."

Before she could finish speaking, Lorraine greeted him one step ahead, unplugged the plug quickly, and then moved the cooking pot. After a while, the oily smoke in the room was almost exhausted. At this time, Lorraine was surprised to find that what was fried in the pot, it was all black.

Song Meiyuan glanced at the blackness in the pot, and reluctantly lowered her forehead: "Oh, my Coke chicken wings have failed..."

Coke chicken wings? ? ?

Lorraine looked at the few dark objects in the pot. It was really hard to imagine. It was chicken wings. He sniffed it, and then turned back and asked: "I said Aunt Song, did you put the oil? "

"Let's put oil?" Song Meiyuan frowned, "What do you do with coke chicken wings? Do you see who drinks coke with oil? Do you have some basic common sense?"

"Uh……"

Lorraine and Qin Wanshu were completely speechless this time. This logic is really powerful. With Song Meiyuan's level, it is really a talent for her to cook, and she should mix explosives.

"Okay, Meiyuan, don't be brave. It's already over two o'clock. If you don't cook quickly, you won't be able to eat well. Come on for me." Qin Wanshu shook her hair gently at this time, and then used rubber bands. Tie up her long hair and make a gesture to untie Song Meiyuan's apron. But Song Meiyuan took a step back, reluctantly: "No, let me try again. I also saw a dish on TV... By the way, braised pork ribs, I can definitely make this! Don't worry. !"

Qin Wanshu was stunned: "So confident?"

"That is!" Song Meiyuan said with a smile, "This dish needs oil!"

I am an ancestor!

"No, no...You go out quickly, the kitchen is not where you stay, why do you want to go..." Lorraine and Qin Wanshu hurried forward and pushed Song Meiyuan out, even though the latter was still threatening. I haven't made my own good dishes yet.

"Aunt Qin, you and Aunt Song are waiting in the living room. Let me cook the meal today." Lorraine also pushed Qin Wanshu out of the kitchen smoothly.

"Ah? You do it? No, Xiaolin, how can you cook. Meiyuan's waywardness, don't you follow the chaos, can you?" Qin Wanshu was about to be tossed into a coma by two troublemakers, and hurriedly shook her head.

But Lorraine didn’t give her a chance to say more. As soon as the two big beauties walked out of the kitchen, Lorraine banged the kitchen door shut, then plugged the door lock inside, and said: "Two big beauties, just Wait, it's guaranteed to be a good lunch."

The two women looked at the tightly closed kitchen door, feeling helpless. …Come on, the plan to cook and eat at home at noon this afternoon is considered to be a soup. Wait, it is estimated that Lorraine, the second generation ancestor under the age of eighteen, cooked the rice, which is the same virtue as Song Meiyuan’s dynamite chicken wings. Get ready to order takeaway...

But things are always unexpected.

Lorraine's soul is a reborn buddy. Later, he lived alone and took care of himself. When his legs were disabled, he could easily cook a few home-cooked dishes, not to mention that he was young and healthy now.

So, after about half an hour passed, the door of the kitchen opened, and the people hadn't come out yet. First, there was a burst of strong smell of dishes.

In order to stay in shape, Song Meiyuan, who had eaten two fried packets of water in the morning, was so hungry that her chest was on her back. She sniffed the aroma of the vegetables, and she smacked her mouth, and her saliva almost came out.

"Two big beauties, eat."

Lorraine went back and forth between the dining room and the kitchen. What's even more funny was that the second generation ancestor, who could not even wash his clothes in the past few months, was wrapped in a pink apron, like a new man at home.

Finally, all the dishes were put on the dining room table by Lorraine.

Lorraine quickly took off his sleeves and untied his apron, and introduced his proud work with a smile: "This is braised pork ribs with oil. Well, it is Aunt Song, you failed to challenge the cola chicken wings, how? The fragrance is all right, hey, eat later.” After speaking, she found that Song Meiyuan could not wait to pick up the chicken wings with the chopsticks, Lorraine reached out and patted, put the chopsticks back on the table, "Wait for my introduction. Well, this plate is Aunt Qin’s favorite dried shrimp and chrysanthemum chrysanthemum, and this plate is my specialty, boiled pork slices, hey, why do you still eat it, eh? I'm on it!!" Lorraine went up and grabbed Song Meiyuan's little hand that was sneaking up to the edge of the plate, and held it tightly, just like my dad was educating his daughter, "Have you washed your hands? Just grab it?"

"Oh, by the way, I'm so greedy, I forgot to wash my hands." Song Meiyuan stuck out her tongue, swallowed her saliva and reluctantly got up from the chair, twisted her little **** and ran towards the bathroom.

"I didn't wash my hands either." Qin Wanshu was more reserved, pursed her mouth, and went to the bathroom to wash her hands.

When the two great beauties came back, Lorraine filled a big bowl of rich and fragrant soup from the kitchen and placed it in the middle of the dinner table: "Hey, four dishes and one soup, all together." Picking up a small bowl to help Song Meiyuan serve the soup, Bian Sheng said, "Aunt Song, this bowl of soup, but I made it specifically for you, you can drink more."

"It must be." Song Meiyuan was frustrated with her little hand, she smashed her mouth, looking impatient, "What kind of soup is this?"

Lorraine smiled and said, "Papaya salty porridge is specially for you to nourish. Do you know what papaya nourishes? You are about the same age as my Aunt Qin, but in some places it seems a bit weak."

"Who said it!" Song Meiyuan couldn't hear what Lorraine said the papaya was making up. She immediately stood up her proud Shuangfeng and fully expressed her dissatisfaction. She swayed for a while and gritted her silver teeth and said: "Little devil! You! I'm going to die! Seeing that I'm leaving, thinking I can't deal with you in the future, is it presumptuous?