The four of them really caught lobsters for the night.

Fortunately, the hard work paid off, and the lobster was successfully caught.

At this time, Lin Yu and Zhang Boer forgot that they were even afraid.

It was a tired night, and in the middle of the night without sleeping to catch lobsters, exhaustion is a true portrayal of the two people.

"Boss, I'm home."

"I'm home too."

Lin Yu and Zhang Boer were about to leave, and Feng Yin stood at the door with a knife in one hand and a lobster in the other.

"Don't eat the seafood porridge? Don't want steamed seafood dumplings? ”

Lin Yu and Zhang Boer turned around, refreshed, as if they were reborn.

"Boss, you're going to cook?"

"Boss, I'm talking about going back after eating."

Wind Whisper turned back to the kitchen, and the voice wafted out.

"Saliva wiping."

Zhang Boer and Lin Yu subconsciously wiped their saliva, but how could there be!

But don't mind, the wind is cooking!

The smell of cooking last time is still powerful, and I can dream about it from time to time, and it is really haunting.

Feng Yin doesn't like outsiders when cooking, so she is busy in the kitchen alone.

Li Sanyi stood outside the kitchen, holding his mobile phone, and by the morning light, he recorded the back of Feng Yin cooking.

"Wind groan, I--"

"Send it as you like!"

Feng Yin naturally knew that Li Sanyi took his mobile phone and tapped to send.

The account that has been renamed the humble old slave Li Sanyi is even better: Guess who she is?

Thanks to Feng Yin's feat last night, she undoubtedly hung up on the hot search again.

Li Sanyi's meager is also a lot of people are paying attention, so the news has been updated, and there was an immediate reply.

[I want to say that it is Li Sanyi's girlfriend, but when I think about it, how can a humble old slave have time to fall in love. 】

[Not only is there no time, there is no money. 】

[The life of an old slave is really not easy. 】

[Am I the only one who thinks this person is the wind groaning? 】

【Impossible!】 The back of this kind of quiet and quiet years is not worthy of the Great Demon King of the Wind Yin! 】

The comment area is mainly divided into two categories, one is to laugh at the life of the old slave, and the other is to firmly believe that it is not a wind moan.

In fact, everyone thinks that it should be Feng Yin, but Feng Yin's temperament, and the lazy back of wearing an apron and preparing breakfast in the morning light in the video are really too contrary.

The Internet was noisy, but Li Sanyi didn't care.

That's how the heat is fried.

On top of that, the fragrance is too fragrant.

The rich aroma of porridge wafted out of the kitchen, and even Allah, who had not yet reached the time to wake up, was alarmed.

Three men and a dog, waiting at the kitchen door.

I saw Feng Yin take out a crab shell and put it on an empty plate on the side, then turned to the three people: "Wash your hands and prepare to eat." ”

The crashing sound of ping-pong is the sound of three people crashing together like headless flies.

The three of them scrambled to wash their hands and sit down, and their two hands were like kindergarten children.

"Wow!"

"Don't worry, I haven't forgotten you."

Wind Yin gave Allah the first meal, and the trio looked at it enviously, and waited for Wind Yin with a blank eye.

"Drink this first."

Three bowls of clear yellow liquid were served, one bowl per person.

Zhang Boer thought that he was very careful in his movements, and pretended to sniff it inadvertently.

"It's tasteless."

That look, the wind doesn't want to complain.

"Boss, can you eat after drinking this?"

Feng Yin nodded, only to see Lin Yu drink it all, close his eyes comfortably, and feel the warmth of his whole body.

Seeing this, Li Sanyi and Zhang Boer, who suspected that it was a human fluid, also picked up the bowl and dried it.

Two more people closed their eyes.

"Huh? How do I remember that I put poison? Discounted efficacy? ”