The arms can't twist the thighs, and Wei Qingyu's legs are particularly slender and powerful, so Leng Han had to reluctantly share the same pot of fish soup with Wei Qingyu and Wen Chongjiu.

"Hey, it's too much, Lao Tie, isn't it just a few mouthfuls of soup from you?"

Wei Qingyu held a particularly delicate small spoon in his hand, took a sip of the soup, turned his face and began to disdain Leng Han.

Leng Han's face was completely black-

This pot of soup was made by her and Lin Chou with hard work, and others felt like they had been fed a pig.

When the pig is raised, it can still be slaughtered to eat meat and make ham, can she Wei Qingyu!

Smoky Wei Qingyu? Salted Wei Qingyu?

Thinking about it like this, Leng Han felt even more sad in his heart...

Wei Qingyu was also about to sneak out the set of "a handful of and a handful of urine to feed Da Lenghan" to let it go, but Lin Chou popped out of the kitchen and asked with a smile,

"Yo, I've drunk it all, how does the soup taste like in Leng Han!"

The smugness on Wei Qingyu's face froze at that time.

“？？？”

What the hell...

Wei Qingyu said earnestly, frightened, and complicated in his heart,

"Hanhan, what did you cook in the soup, a steel dagger or a howitzer? Oh my God, you're not going to throw the Yuanjing engine in it and cook it, are you? ”

Wei Qingyu clearly remembered the scene when Leng Han was the kicker, pressing a lively second-order spotted leopard in the pot and simmering it over low heat, and trying to forcibly cover the lid, which can be said to be shocking and crying.

After a little recollection, the sense of the picture came out at that time: Leng Han, who is less than one meter two tall, was wearing a straight special garrison uniform, with the Yuanjing sniper rifle she often played with on her waist, brandishing the two-hundred-hundred-kilogram Yuanjing cannon barrel in one hand and knocking on the head of the spotted leopard with one hand, condensing the ice pot lid with the other, and launching at the same time...

The last pot of soup was a mouthful, mouthful, mouthful, mouthful, mouth......ful, mouthful, mouthful, a He who drank it ate meat and gnawed bones.

Of course, after drinking a bowl of soup, her father didn't forget to send a capable general to invite Prince Leng and the old man to die together... Bah... Enjoy.

After all, the Leng family, the Zhao family, and the Wei family have always been like a family.

Anyway, since then, no one has dared to let Leng Han into the kitchen, and he has never even put a plate and a bowl before a meal.

Leng Hangaba pinched off the white porcelain spoon with a bang,

"Wei Qingyu!"

"Hey," Wei Qingyu was not afraid of Leng Han's threat, "You haven't seen any old lady, na... The soup was delicious..."

Wei Qingyu covered half of his face with one hand very pretentiously, and wiped away the unwarranted tears with the other hand,

"It's not in vain that I'm pulling you up like a single-parent old scalper... Boom... The taste of this soup... This is the taste of love from a good daughter..."

The green tendons on Leng Han's forehead came out.

You say that if you don't have a taste, you won't have a taste, if you have more plays, you will have more plays, and your acting skills are still poor!

"Drink your soup!"

I didn't drink the cold soup anymore, threw down the spoon and went into the kitchen.

Wei Qingyu smiled,

"Why don't you drink it?"

Wen Chongjiu was wearing an old-fashioned robe that had not been seen for a long time, warm as jade, and his eyes were focused,

"It's beautiful."

He asked Grandma Yue to make one hundred and fifty sets of the same cheongsam, but he was afraid that he would not be able to pretend to be forced when he needed it.

Wen Chongjiu knew that Bai Akuren had to make 300 sets of costumes for just acting in a play, and each costume was protected by a special person, and he was a little worse than her.

Who hasn't had a little idol baggage these days?

Wei Qingyu showed a slightly embarrassed look, and then served a bowl of soup to Wen Zhongjiu.

"In my lifetime, I can actually drink the soup cooked by Hanhan, I really want to call my father and Old Man Leng together, they will probably cry on the spot, right?"

"More frightens than surprises," Wen Zhongjiu smiled.

The surface of the white fish soup floats with a little bit of orange and yellow grease, as light as a floating cloud, the extremely thin shredded ham is hidden under the floating clouds, and the green onion sprouts have been squeezed to the edge of the porcelain bowl - it seems that it is not the protagonist of the day here.

"It's beautiful!"

Wen Zhongjiu was surprised,

"Qingyu, this is not what you say."

There is a serious age gap between Wei Qingyu and Wen Chongjiu, and part of the relationship across the generation gap is based on the troubles of the people around them.

Are you healthy?

For example, Wen Chongjiu can ask Wei Tianxing how Wei Qingyu was in his infancy, and Lord Wen can say to Sister Qingyu very gently that I hugged you when you were young, and you peed on me.

For another example, Wei Qingyu can tell Leng Han and his ignorant young and hazy youthful sadness to Lord Wen word by word, even if he makes a nasal laugh, he will break his leg and beat his head crookedly on the spot, and so on.

Therefore, the reason why Wen Chongjiu is still alive now can only fully prove the tenacity of the vitality of the fifth-order evolutionary and the strength of his will, and it does not mean that his emotional intelligence is higher than that of our Boss Lin.

Obviously, Master Wen also doesn't understand the simple truth that you can't get praise if you don't give your girlfriend enough recognition.

Wei Qingyu knocked on Wen Chongjiu's forehead fiercely,

"The old lady wronged her, let me tell you, needless to say, I know that this fish soup must be made by Lin Zi, that little girl, hum~"

Wen Chongjiu made another mistake, nodded noncommittally, and sipped the fish soup,

"Huh? This fish soup..."

"You don't believe me?" Wei Qingyu slammed the head of Wen Chongjiu, "What's wrong with the soup, it doesn't taste right?" ”

Warm wine smacks lips,

"I'll try it again."

Wei Qingyu followed and drank a bowl,

"Hmm... It tastes good..."

Wen Zhongjiu frowned, trying to let his taste buds, which were ruined by a few barrels of wine every day, feel the strange taste,

"No, I feel like this soup... I can't tell... There's a familiar smell... It's not that it doesn't taste good... It is... Whew..."

"Strange smell," Wei Qingyu rolled his eyes, "I think this soup probably resonates with the salted fish smell on your body!" ”

“？？？”

Wen Chongjiu really choked on a mouthful of old blood into his lungs, exhaling or inhaling, coughing violently.

emmmm...

He couldn't answer this, in fact, in the entire Mingguang Base City, including Hei Shenhai, there was no guy with his strength who was more salty than him.

Even Niu Lanqi, who was locked up by the ruins, was tossing and turning all day long, trying to open the door to a new world.

And what about him—

Drink a few barrels of wine a day.

Brew several barrels of wine every day.

Other than that, yes.

"That's a problem~"

Drinking fish soup with warm wine, deep online.

MAD, my girlfriend thinks I'm salted fish, and that's okay.

But if my former friend, who is also my future father-in-law, thinks I'm salty, then it's a big problem.