"Okay" Old Man Nan Rong replied with a smile: "Your mother, they should be finished in a while, come over quickly"

Yin Zi left Nan Rongjue with a big playful smile, and turned to walk towards the washing room. 『言*情*首*发【Full text reading baoly】

When Yin Zi returned to the hall, he saw that his mother was already sitting on the table, and two dishes had already been placed on the table

"It's so fragrant" Yin Zi sniffed along the vegetable fragrance, was directly dragged over, and sat down next to Qiaoyun with a smile: "Mother"

"Taste it, do you like to eat" Qiaoyun picked up the chopsticks and gave Yin Zi a dish on the plate of chopsticks, and his eyes were full of hope.

Yin Zi was just about to open his mouth, but the chopsticks in Qiaoyun's hand fell to the table with a bang, and the dish he had just picked up fell back to its original place without any waste.

Looking at the small bean grain that he instinctively picked up in the palm of his hand, Yin Zi pouted and looked at the door, and sure enough, he saw the master holding the dish in one hand, and the other hand had just been withdrawn, and he looked at the mother and son here with a stern expression

Qiaoyun didn't have to look back, he knew who did it, so he provoked it directly, and said angrily: "Nanrong Jingcun, what are you going to do?"

"Yin Zi, how did I teach you since I was a child" Dusty looked at Yin Zi with a cold face.

Yin Zi lowered her head, looked so aggrieved, and replied: "If the people are not even, don't eat."

"I didn't say anything about cooking, I just wanted Yin Zi to taste it," Qiaoyun has a headache, this nerd, and his dead nature will not change

"You have been like this since you were a child, she was like you a lot, and if you don't strictly control it, then you will have to pay it back" The dust seal does not give Qiaoyun face.

"You" Qiaoyun froze, turned his head and grabbed the chopsticks, put the food in his mouth, turned his head and deliberately chewed twice towards the dust: "I've been like this since I was a child, aren't you helpless?"

Yin Zi stared at Yiqiē in front of him, turned his head to look at Nan Rongjue, and the old man played with a wrench in his hand as if he hadn't seen it.

"Dusty has no way to deal with Qiaoyun after all, knowing her temperament, the more she fights with her, the more she is like a hedgehog with a thorn, so before she gets angry immediately, Dusty chooses to be silent.

Wuji, who came in with the food behind him, lowered his head and couldn't help laughing, and was glared back by Yin Zi, innocently thinking: "I didn't mean to"

Then, the attendants of the house brought the food again, and after a while, the big table was full.

Qiaoyun still pouted and ignored the dust, Yin Zi asked Nan Rongjue for help, there was no sound at all on this table, so how could she move her chopsticks, her poor stomach was hungry

Nan Rongjue coughed lightly and said: "Today is a rare day, everyone has gathered, and it happens to be the original festival of our Nanrong family, so except for me and Yinzi Zusun, everyone in the family has made specialty dishes, so let's have dinner."

"Okay yes" Yin Zi cheered, and was extinguished by a look from the master, so he could only quietly pick up the chopsticks, looked at the traceless on his side, and asked in a low voice, "You also joined"

Seeing that Wuxian nodded with a smile, Yin Zi smiled happily: "Then, let me guess, which one you did"

Dusty looked at the small interaction between Wuji and Yin Zi, the color on his face slowly softened, and he said, "You have learned this dish well."

"Eat and sleep, Young Master Nanrong, it's time to eat, please shut up" Qiao Yun opened his mouth and shot back.

Yin Zi supported his forehead, these two, I haven't stopped today, Yin Zi was a little suspicious, it was such two people, how did they love each other in the first place