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"Ignore you!" Qi Yiyi glanced at the hilarious Lan Fei'er with a warm look in his eyes, and immediately walked out of the side kitchen without looking back. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info left a stunned Lan Fei'er muttering in a person: "She...... Don't you want to be angry......"

Thinking about it, Lan Fei'er had to speed up the speed in her hand, this last can of chicken feet, she couldn't take it lightly, she had to do it well, this was Lan Fei'er's purpose to do things and things!

"Lord Li, he should like this special pickled spicy taste......" I don't know why, Lan Fei'er shook off Qi Yiyi's matter in her mind, and an idea popped up in her head inexplicably. With such a strange thought, she began to look forward to the results of today's pickled chicken feet: "I hope he likes it too!"

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It was only after the time turned that Lan Fei'er was satisfied that she stood up from the corner of the kitchen with a sore back, and when her shining eyes scanned the pile of wine jars neatly placed in the corner.

Her bloated cheeks, which were soaked in sweat, instantly put on a beautiful smug smile: "Ten jars of pickled chicken feet, or I completed it independently." Hahaha!" Originally, Lan Fei'er only planned to make three or four jars to try everyone's taste, but at the end, she saw that the chicken feet and peppers that had been prepared were still unavailable. So she simply asked people to buy some chicken feet and chili peppers again. I also washed the wine jars lightly, because the little guy bought a little too much in the back, so the last three jars of the ten jars were twice the size of the other seven wine jars.

Lan Fei'er held her hands on her chest, and her eyes clasped the wine jar sealed with a cloth for a while. In the midst of the instigation of her brain, she once again brought her sore fat body close to the wine jar, and her bright eyes watched the cans of wine flicker and flash.

I saw that she carefully tied the drawstring on the cloth again next to the wine jar, and after half a cup of tea, her fat huge body retreated to the side of the wine jar again: "Now, you can recognize my own masterpiece at a glance!"

Because the kitchen may pickle other pickles in the future, the packaging is mostly the same, and it is definitely easy to mess up. That's why Lan Fei'er put all the wine jars for marinating chicken feet in a pile, and the big three jars were at the bottom. In addition, the tie ropes on the wine jars are all special bow ties.

Just when Lan Fei'er was staring at the pickled chicken feet in a daze, a terrifying cold magnetic sound suddenly rushed into Lan Fei'er's distracted little heart: "What are you doing!"

"Oh........." Lan Fei'er suddenly exclaimed, and then turned around and roared: "Ya, do you know that people are scary and will be scared to death......... People!" In the midst of the roar, Lan Fei'er had already looked at Hua Xuan and frowned in displeasure, but her words had already blurted out and could not be taken back. What is spitting is that she immediately raised her fat hands and lowered them on her thick neck, so as not to be cut off by Ye Li's habitual breath.

"........." Hua Xuan Yeli listened to Lan Fei'er yelling at him without any scruples, and he was instantly provoked by Lan Fei'er in his heart. However, when he caught a glimpse of Lan Fei'er's thought-provoking movements in his long black diamond eyes, his mood suddenly passed a little pleasure: "Do you know who you are yelling at?"