Chapter 659: Don't Cry, Okay?
Some people also say that it is probably not as simple as a guest.
Perhaps, if you want to be beautiful and beautiful, you want to be wise and wise, and in the future, you will become the agent of the Heng family!
That's what everyone speculated, but who would have thought that a week later, there would be a wedding in an ancient castle in Europe, and one of the protagonists would still be Bo Wanyan?
This easter egg, until the end of the wedding, everything is OK, Tiffany will never announce it to the public.
lest someone come to rob her prospective daughter-in-law!
For dinner, Bo Evening Smoke prepared Argentinian steak for everyone.
The fans in front of the camera are like experiencing an artistic journey, witnessing Bo Wanyan look like a chef, putting green peppers on the fire and roasting them in a circle, and roasting them until the skin looks like tiger skin peppers for later use.
Put the roasted green peppers, basil leaves, parsley, and mint in a food processor, add the red wine vinegar, squeeze a little lime juice, and whip into a sauce.
Bo Wanyan can finally calm down, as if muttering to the camera: "Heat the pan over high heat, add olive oil, and fry the fresh steak on each side for 2 minutes,...... Serve out and let stand for another 5 minutes. ”
"At this time, it's time to prepare the other small vegetables, slice the cherry tomatoes, chop the shallots, mix them and add the olive oil and lime juice and stir well."
"Okay, it's about 5 minutes, cut the steak into a width of about 1 centimeter, put it on a plate and arrange the shape, that's it, does it look good?"
"Pour in the vanilla sauce and sprinkle with cherry tomatoes, chopped shallots and chopped black pepper and serve."
The first steak on the plate, everyone's eyes widened.
The aunt brought the beaten strawberry juice to the table, and the thin evening smoke was still frying the steak on the stove.
There is no tension in the camera, she mass-produced a few steaks and served them on the table.
I also mixed it with salad.
The Heng family is eating the food they have seen and cooked, not to mention how happy they are.
The happiest are the fans.
Weddings in European castles are understated, private, and extravagant.
At the wedding, when Bo's father handed over his baby daughter to Hengyi, in his black eyes, there was only true love as firm as stone, and only her perfect appearance.
Bo Wanyan felt his sincerity, and his nose was sour: "In this life, you can't leave me, you must hold my hand......" Tears kept like unclosed sprinklers.
Hengyi was relieved when he heard the bride's insecure words, and thought that he would make embarrassing promises in front of so many people. "Believe me, I'll hold your hand, fool, don't cry, okay?"
"No, people are happy." So if you're happy, you're going to cry?
"Don't you see how many eyes are looking at us? Mrs. Xiaoheng? Heng raised his eyebrows and asked in her ear.
Before the wedding, the Heng family had narrowed the range of invited guests as much as possible, but no matter how much they controlled it, hundreds of people came to watch the ceremony.
The rest of my friends will only send candy boxes after the wedding.
"I hate it, why didn't you remind people earlier, it would make them embarrassed." The more she spoke, the quieter she became, and there were tears on her eyelashes, which was cute for a moment.
Heng Yi smiled happily, pinched her cheek, and gently wiped away her tears with a handkerchief.
What are you crying about when you get married?
Good beautiful makeup, flowers to tears.
Under the marriage of the master of ceremonies, a couple finally tied the knot.
Subsequently, the Heng family also announced the marriage news of the third young master of the Heng family.
The media has never photographed the picture of the little prince in love, but as soon as it was announced, it was the marriage news, which caught the major media off guard, and the mainstream media almost received the generous candy box of the Heng family, so they reported the wedding of the musical genius in their own media.