Pure troublemaker.

Is a bag of milk enough? Everyone is different, how can you drink the same amount?

The person on the side scolded the woman: "Your clothes don't fit, go and change to Gaoding." ”

The woman was not happy: "I spent money. ”

Several people dragged her out: "Go spend money elsewhere." ”

Breakfast was mostly in a hurry, and the woman wanted to toss.

If you are in a hurry, you can also find time to scold her, but she can't take care of herself.

In the evening, the woman dressed up came again.

Jing Yuanshan came out of the kitchen.

The woman was not afraid of her at all.

Jing Yuanshan was beaten upside down and kicked to the square.

Some of the people who came for dinner were stunned.

There are also people who step on women when it's dark, street lamps? I didn't see it clearly. No matter how bright the light of the tile inkstone is, I don't see it.

There are those who do not know the truth.

Others guessed, "Why are you going to have a French dinner?" Let His Highness serve her? She made a hundred requests? A hundred people are waiting for His Highness to feed them. This is the minority obeying the majority. ”

There are holes in the brain. Jing Yuanshan opened a restaurant, thinking that she was a slave? I guess it came out of the minion's head.

The slave of the Song family is not dead, can it be stopped? It's better to give them all a beating.

On the first floor, the music of France is more stylish.

French dinner is not the same as a big meal, and most people don't eat much at night, and a few are enough.

Jing Yuanshan made eight kinds of Clafoutis, or this little cutie, you can add a variety of fruits, cherries, blueberries, kiwis, tomatoes, figs.

Wang Qiaoxi saw that Feng Ruo was about to hold on.

Feng Ruo wanted to say that it wasn't his fault, it was all His Highness who did it too well.

A group of foodies were chattering there, entangled with He Liang, and the beauties were all seduced.

One serving of 88 is fine, and one serving of 108 is fine, but can you give another serving for dessert?

It's not easy for Jing Yuanshan to look at girls, so let's sell them alone.

He Liang wanted to laugh. His Royal Highness sells cakes and wants to expand the dessert business?

Girls love Your Highness!

The price is not cheap, 58 a serving, and the amount is not much.

But when you meet foodies, you never think about money, and one person is a happiness.

Wang Qiaoxi thought to herself, is this the right model for opening a restaurant? Spicy and popular, it's not the same.

On the second floor, someone has an opinion. The first floor is playful, and the second floor always feels unfavored.

I want to add a French style to him, but it's better to add it another day.

Wayan, or Jing Yuanshan, is this kind of family route, the kitchen at home, if you want to get some French, you can do French, if you want to get some dog food, you can sprinkle dog food, anyway, there are many tall restaurants, and there are all kinds of meals in Yuquan Hotel.

A lot of people on the Internet are happy.

Yuquan Hotel can't afford to go, as long as the tile inkstone is 88, it is still made by His Royal Highness himself, and he is so happy that he flies.

What's more, it's not so nondescript, in fact, don't do it, it's natural.

Enjoy dinner casually, you have to pretend to be a Frenchman, and show off two French sentences that dogs can't understand.

In a way, the performance of the tile inkstone is very successful.

When the eater is pleased, it is complete.

Jing Yuanshan was about to die of exhaustion, and then was abducted by Mr. Gu.

Gu's family, Mr. Gu directly carried Mrs. Gu to the second floor and soaked in the bathtub.

Jing Yuanshan is about to finish.

Mr. Gu is fortunate to be running fast.

Jing Yuanshan took a bath comfortably, lazily, and got into the quilt, it doesn't matter who she spoils, there are men who spoil her.

Mr. Gu stood at the door.

The door is actually blocked, just turn around here, and the bed can be seen.

The lights are very dim, Mr. Gu seems to be playing the prince of Fran? Good Gu Jiaba, what are you doing pretending to be someone else? Jing Yuanshan closed her eyes and slept.

Mr. Gu didn't feel defeated, Mrs. Gu must be dreaming, he drilled the quilt and shared the bed with Mrs. Gu.

Jing Yuanshan let him brew the sauce, and the pajamas went on vacation again.

The atmosphere is too sweet.

Mr. Gu didn't want to sleep, but Mrs. Gu had to work, and the future would be long, anyway, Mrs. Gu was in his arms.

Jing Yuanshan turned sideways, and was hugged by him again, and the face to face was more intimate.

Mr. Gu felt that Mrs. Gu must have been made of honey.

Jing Yuanshan didn't care, sleeping. I don't know what time to sleep.

Mr. Gu didn't want to get up, so he ate all the honey on her, and the desserts that others ate had no big meal for him to enjoy.

Although the last meal was not served, Mr. Gu has been preparing it, and it is also beautiful before and after the meal.

In the morning, a group of people ran to Wayan and did not see Jing Yuanshan.

The man's momentum was menacing: "What about Jing Yuanshan?" ”

He Liang is very handsome: "Maybe in the Gu family." ”

The man was stunned.

He Liang pretended to beep: "It may not be there, who knows what Mr. Gu's activities are." ”

I have the ability to look for it, but I still feel that the Gu family is not clear enough, and it is purely sick.

Originally, the Gu family was clear and unclear, and being a human being should be like a human being.

Inexplicably thinking about Jing Yuanshan, fighting for the inheritance? The Great Yan Empire is gone, don't worry about the minions.

came to eat rice noodles, looked at these neuropathies, and said to He Liang: "Be careful to be a demon tomorrow." ”

He Liang thank you, can you stop being a demon? He can't control himself when he dies.

Jing Yuanshan is not here, the store is fine, the Gu family has woven a net here, if it is not good, wouldn't it be a panic?

In the evening, Jing Ershan, Shanshan, and Sishang came over together.

I look at my sister at home without a shirt, although I can be on the third floor tomorrow, but the house that has just been renovated is how good it is to stay at home.

Although Shanshan Sishang is fifteen years old, many jobs can be done, and people come to help.

At night, everyone slept in the store, and if it didn't work, they would lay on the floor.

In the past, there was no place to lay on the floor, but now there is a place. You can sleep in a row on the basement floor.

Jing Yuanshan came over, wearing a robe and an apron, and had no leisure.

The soup has to be prepared now, and tomorrow it is not sure how much to use, which is more nervous than getting married.

Luo Dan, Feng Ruo, Wang Wei, and Wang Qiaoxi all followed, all young, and it took a few days to get married before they became emotional.

After cleaning up, a good night's sleep.

Early in the morning, the uncle called and had a car accident.

Jing Yuanshan comforted: "Are people okay?" ”

Uncle sighed: "People are fine, it feels deliberate, no, you can ask someone to go to the vegetable market to buy vegetables." ”

Jing Yuanshan is even more involved in him, so he has to talk to his boyfriend.

After a while, there was also a problem with the delivery of seafood.

Jing Yuanshan calmed down: "People are fine, they are not poisoned, and I have to thank them." ”

Speechless.

After a while, the supermarket truck came over, and I wanted to move it myself, not afraid that it would not be enough, and it would be transported again if it was not enough.

With such a big Yan City, how big is the tile inkstone? Upstairs and downstairs add up to less than twenty tables, and people can't drink the northwest wind when they set up a hundred tables?

The scales are placed at the door, and they are weighed while moving, the kitchen is full, and the basement is also piled up, anyway, it is cool on this day, and there is nothing to do with the radish potatoes tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.

In the small cold storage below, a lot of rice, flour and oil have been stockpiled, and this year's ones have been collected anyway.

Some、Jing Yuanshan's picture is fresh.,More also occupy space.。

Enough to move, there are many people in the kitchen, and everyone is busy cleaning up.

Some have already rushed to the door in the morning.

Jing Yuanshan doesn't care, she will do it when she comes, and she will leave after eating.

Selling rice noodles, isn't it just convenient?

Someone should be happy when they come, but if no one comes for a long time, is it happy??

There are more and more people, and the cold air in the morning is dispelled.