Han Xiayang stared at Lin Dashao who came out of the kitchen with a plate in disbelief, with a look on his face that I heard correctly.

Beside him, are two faces that watch the show.

And Lin Mubai, who put the plate on the dining table, immediately said a sentence that verified the idea in his heart: "You heard it right, what I said is also true, if you want to stay and eat, you can do it yourself." ”

A pig-killing scream quickly rose in the living room: "Lin Mubai can still play happily, how can you do this." ”

"Why can't I?"

"You ......"

Well, he was speechless, and in an instant, he turned his eyes for help to Annan, who shrugged innocently: "I'm sorry, I can't do anything, you know that man's temper, he always does what he says." "The hidden meaning is that I can't help it.

Annan, who had finished speaking, hurriedly gave his son a look, and the two rushed to the dining table, sat down obediently, and waited for someone to feed him.

Lin Mubai quickly served all the dishes, beckoned his wife and the little guy to eat by himself, and didn't look at the people on the sofa from beginning to end, Han Xiayang had to accept the reality and obediently walked into the kitchen.

However, when he walked in, he was even more dumbfounded.

Where can he cook, not even the next noodles, he was helpless in the kitchen for a long time, and then when he saw the white rice in the rice cooker, he had an idea in his heart.

He wanted to sit in front of that family with a bowl of white rice, he didn't believe it, they would be so ruthless, just let themselves eat white rice and not give vegetables, and soon, Han Xiayang recognized one thing, this family is ruthless and unjust.

"Wow, this braised pork rib looks so delicious."

"Wow, this braised fish looks delicious too, I haven't eaten fish in a long time."

"Also, there's this, and this one looks delicious."

On the whole dining table, I saw Han Xiayang performing alone, he pitifully put the white rice into his mouth, and kept talking in his mouth.

Finally someone got impatient.

Lin Mubai put the chopsticks on the evening noodles with a cold face, looked at someone opposite coldly and angrily, and said word by word: "If you don't want to eat white rice, give it to me now." "No, no, I eat, I eat." Woo woo, white rice is better than nothing.

At the end of eating, the expression on Han Xiayang's face became more and more bitter.

Annan finally couldn't bear to look at it, she found an excuse to break someone up: "Xiaobai, it's a little cold, you go to the cabinet in the room and bring my red coat." “

Lin Mubai didn't understand his wife's calculations, gave someone a warning look, and then stood up and walked to the master bedroom, and as soon as his back disappeared, two pairs of chopsticks quickly sandwiched the dishes and put them in Han Xiayang's bowl. "Xia Yang, hurry up, hurry up and eat on the balcony." "Okay, okay, right away, right away."

On the balcony, Han Xiayang gobbled up as if he had been hungry for ten lifetimes, and at the same time, his heart was about to cry, woo woo, why is he so pitiful, eat some food, and be like a thief, but I have to admit that Lin Dashao's craftsmanship is really good, and he can boast to those people tomorrow, it is worth it.