Wealthy son, you kneel, mom has something to ask you
[Easy sand sculpture + food + anti-routine] Twenty-six-year-old Song Bangyue has never touched a man's little hand, and once she wears a book, she will be full of children and grandchildren.
Before wearing the book, there was a knock on the door that collected the water bill: "Can you come later?" Mom wasn't home. After wearing the book, he taught his little granddaughter: "If someone bullies you in kindergarten, hit him with a hammer."
"But they're girls, huh?" Song Bangyue was embarrassed while stir-frying: "Then I'll paint the hammer pink and tie a bow?" The stepson jumped to his feet angrily: "I knew that you were a madman who helped your brother, greedy for money and lustful!" When Song Bangyue violently beat up his strange relatives, snatched back the inheritance that was defrauded, and cooked him a bowl of small wontons.
The stepson immediately turned into a little milk dog: "Mom~ You are awesome, in other words, can you change the problem of being?" "The difficult road of a food blogger with a baby, I have to cook and soak the boss, and I am tired.
Boss Xie, who was picky, came up,
"Give you a chance to cook, are you moved?" Woman! Song Bangyue sneered: "Give you a chance to rephrase, man!" Boss Xie knelt down in seconds: "I'm hungry, wife." ”
