Leng Tian glanced at her and said lightly: "I'll bake it for you to eat!" ”

Underestimate her.

Sure enough, she didn't bake it very well, so she didn't dare to give it to her son, so she barely ate it herself.

"Don't eat that, give!"

Leng Tian wrinkled his brows, took the half-charred meat skewer in her hand and threw it away, and handed over the grilled one.

"Thank you, husband!" Xia Zhi smiled sweetly at him and took it.

"Daddy, what about mine?" Leng Yicheng shouted loudly, didn't Daddy say it to him and Mommy, why did you give it to Mommy.

"Yours for a while!" The cold weather replied lightly, and the familiar flipped the skewers.

Leng Yicheng: I picked it up, huh?

"Baby, give!"

Xia Zhi gave a string to his son, and instantly smiled coldly, and stuck out his tongue proudly at him.

The mother and son ate happily.

Nan looked at their sweet appearance, and his eyes were focused on baking.

"Uncle Nan, your chicken wings are almost ready, aren't they? I can help you try the taste! Leng Yicheng's small mouth moved, and he looked greedily at his roasted golden and fragrant chicken wings.

Nanbian laughed and glanced at him, "Wait!" Not yet! ”

"Hmm!"

Leng Yicheng stared at his chicken wings, and when the south side was roasted, he couldn't wait to taste it, but he was snatched away by Ji Yixi, who came over.

"My chicken wings!" Leng Yicheng's little eyes followed the chicken wings and looked at Ji Yixi.

"Uncle is hungry, uncle is full, I'll roast you!" Ji Yixi thief smiled.

"Humph! You bully people, Daddy, Uncle Ji bullies me! Leng Yicheng turned his head and complained to Leng Tian.

Leng Tian glanced at the guy who had already bitten the chicken wings, "Old Five, are you a starving ghost reincarnated?" Can't bake it yourself if you want to eat it? ”

"In a while, my uncle will pay you two!" Ji Yixi didn't care, he ate happily, directly ignored the white eyes in the south, and promised Leng Yicheng.

"But I've been waiting for a while!" Leng Yicheng snorted.

"Daddy's almost ready, give it to you!" Seeing that his son was very greedy in the cold weather, he agreed.

Leng Yicheng climbed off the chair, ran over, and stood beside Leng Tian, "Daddy, is this for me?" ”

"Hmm!"

Two chicken wings were roasted on a cold day, and one of them was almost ready.

He took the dagger and slashed it a few times, sprinkled a little more sauce, and continued to roast.

Xia Zhi was surprised when he saw that he was moving neatly, "Cold weather, do you know how to cook?" ”

Leng Tian's hand was stunned, his face was not different, and he responded lightly: "It's not big!" ”

Nanbian and Ji Yixi were stunned, the expression on their faces was a little strange, and the two of them didn't dare to break it down, roasting their own.

"Mommy, he can make porridge!" Leng Yicheng said to Xia Zhi.

Leng Tian glared at him warningly, Leng Yicheng smiled, and the appearance of the dog's legs was like the expression that Ji Yixi often does.

"Daddy seems to only make porridge!" Leng Yicheng has only eaten porridge cooked in the cold weather, and he has never eaten anything else, and he has never entered the kitchen in the cold weather, so he doesn't know.

"Oh!" The summer solstice is clear.

After dinner, the two old men walked out and saw them walking over with a barbecue.

"What fragrant chicken wings!"

Leng Chao stared at the chicken wings that were about to be made in the cold sky, and sniffed deeply.

Leng Yicheng turned his head sensitively and looked at him, "Grandpa, you can't eat it, this heat, your old man can't digest it, it's easy to get angry!" ”

Ha ha......

Everyone couldn't help but laugh.

Snack goods!

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