"Go, go, go."

"Nasty."

Ye Lige pushed him out of the door angrily, a bad man who wanted to take advantage of people at every turn.

"Huh."

Mo Bingyan chuckled, obviously he had been honest with him a long time ago, and he was still so shy when he even gave birth to a child.

"Bang bang!"

The butler knocked at the door: "Sir, madam, breakfast is ready." ”

"Here we are."

Mo Bingyan waited for the night to leave the song and went out before going downstairs with her.

"Daughter-in-law Sun, the God of Food is busy in the kitchen, and I don't dare to let him stop it."

Mrs. Mo greeted her, not knowing whether she was happy or worried.

The god of food should not dislike their food, so he has to cook it himself.

"We'll have a good time then."

"Grandma, you have to eat more in a while, the ingredients he uses are from the divine realm, mortals can prolong their lives if they eat it, and it's no problem to live for one or two hundred years."

"Haha."

The old lady suddenly laughed, and then covered her mouth: "Isn't that an old monster?" ”

"Grandma, it's an old fairy, when the time comes, ten generations in the same house, twenty generations in the same house, watch the little princess grow up, get married and have babies, and then help bring great-great-grandchildren."

The night is sweet, and the old lady is happy, but it is very beautiful when you think about it.

"Let's not talk about it yet, I'll go and fight."

Leave the song at night and go to the kitchen.

The god of food was chopping vegetables, and she leaned over: "Wow, my favorite peach." ”

"Taste it."

The God of Food handed it over, and if the King of Yama saw it, his eyes would widen.

Peach!

Legend has it that you can live for hundreds of years if you eat it, and this is what the monkey stole to eat.

"It's delicious."

Ye Lige picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, and also handed a piece of flavor to the mouth of the God of Food: "You eat it too." ”

"It's really sweet."

The corners of the God of Food's lips were raised: "You eat more." ”

"I've heard that at the banquet of the Queen Mother, these fairy fruits are limited, no wonder you don't eat them, they are all reserved for me to eat."

The night leaves the song and mutters.

A certain food god: "I'm tired of eating, I've been a god for so many years, and I haven't eaten anything good." ”

"When I was a child, I heard my grandfather tell me that people used to be poor, and when their parents coaxed their children to eat more meat, they would also say like you that I don't like to eat and are tired of eating, so that the saved meat can make their babies eat more."

Yeli Ge picked up a piece of peach and put it in his mouth.

The god of food squinted and left the song at night, this girl still knows this, I think she doesn't understand.

"The God of Food is big, do you really itch my teeth sometimes?"

Ye Lige handed a piece of peach and put it to his mouth.

"Why, do you want to say that parents in the world raise children like this, often angry and itchy?"

"Hey, hey."

Ye Lige laughed heartlessly, the god of food didn't bother to pay attention to her, it was better to cook and cook.

With a little thought, you will never fail to live up to the results.

She's grinning.

"Ugh."

The god of food sighed again, the ghost that has been raised for thousands of years, it's over.

It is equivalent to eating all those peaches for her in the past.

How good it is to eat yourself.

The cultivation can still rise a lot, so that it will not be ridiculed by those gods for thousands of years, and the cultivation has not grown at all.

"It's time to eat."

Ye Lige personally went into battle to serve the food, and the god of food followed her slowly, watching her bouncing steps, how could she be a little like a mother, not at all down-to-earth.

"Come, everybody's a taste."

"My brother did it himself, it's rare."

Ye Lige pulled the god of food to sit down, and then sat down next to Mo Bingyan, and picked up the chopsticks with great interest.

It's been a long time.

She hadn't tasted the food made by the God of Food himself, not to mention, she thought about it.

"Madam, the little princess is awake."

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The chopsticks that Ye Lige picked up hadn't fallen yet, and they were placed on the table: "Then I'll go and see the baby first, you eat, I'll come back and eat by myself later." ”

The night leaves the song and gets up and runs.

The god of food frowned slightly, this breakfast was made especially for her, and the main one ran away.

"I'll send it to her."

Mo Bingyan picked up the chopsticks of Ye Lige, put some food into the bowl, and the god of food: "Order more of this." ”

"Hmm."

Mo Bingyan sandwiched a large bowl and got up to leave.

"You use it slowly."

As soon as the food god chopsticks fell, he also left.

Mo Dieyi and the old lady looked at each other, why did the whole atmosphere go wrong as soon as she left the song at night?

"Grandma, let's eat."

Mo Dieyi picked up the chopsticks, full of excitement.

"It's delicious."

"Grandma, I've never eaten such a delicious meal since I've grown so big."

I thought my sister-in-law's cooking skills were good enough, but I didn't expect that there was a heaven outside the sky, this is simple, I never knew that food could really make people unsatisfied, one bite after another is the same as being addicted, I can't stop at all, I always want to eat.

Upstairs.

In the nursery.

Ye Lige picked up the little princess who was crying and nursed her, and Mo Bingyan pushed the door in.

"Huh?"

"What's coming?"

Ye Lige sat on the sofa and asked him while breastfeeding, "Don't you accompany grandma to have breakfast?" ”

"If you don't eat it, how can we eat it?"

Mo Bingyan sat beside her: "You feed the child, I feed you, this is just right." ”

The sister-in-law next to her looked envious.

It is said that Mr. Mo and Mrs. Mo are affectionate, and now I can see it with my own eyes, and it is really sour.

"You eat too."

"Hmm."

Mo Bingyan deliberately sandwiched a big bowl, just for you and me.

"How's it going, isn't it delicious?"

"Let me tell you, my cooking skills are taught by the God of Food, and he is really a good god."

Ye Lige was breastfeeding, and he didn't forget to praise people.

Mo Bingyan was sour in his heart, a very good god, and he also taught him to cook.

Thinking about that kind of picture, why is my heart so sour?

"Are you jealous?"

Night Departure Song can be seen through at a glance.

Someone: "No, someone is nice to you, it's too late for me to be happy." ”

"Hey, hey."

"I'm telling you, if that's all you're jealous of, you're really doomed."

"Because a lot of people are kind to me."

"For example......"

Ye Lige looked at his sister-in-law for a few months: "You guys go out first, I'm calling you for something." ”

"Yes."

The five-month-old sister-in-law silently walked out of the nursery room and closed the door.

"Let me tell you, the big guy of Hades is also very handsome, and the King of Jizo Bodhisattva is super handsome, and there are ......"

A piece of meat is put in Yelisong's mouth.

She chewed: "And ......"

Another piece.

Yeli song: "Ouch, don't feed it so quickly, no one can eat it." ”

"Don't say that other men are handsome in front of me."

Someone can't hold back, one by one, who is so handsome, and still doesn't take him in his eyes?

"You still don't admit you're jealous?"

Ye Lige laughed from ear to ear, how could someone feel like someone had been dug up?

"I'll tell you, it's right to praise people, when you see the little sister, you say wow, you look good, when you see the little brother, you say wow, you are so handsome, so handsome, I like you so much, absolutely, immediately the favorability soared."

The night song was foaming at the mouth.

Mo Bingyan: "So you saw that demon king and said he was very handsome?" ”