Fu Yunche stared at the disappearing position of Wanqi Shenfeng thoughtfully, and the repulsion in his heart was gradually fading away. Of course, this still could not make him accept a man who always peeked at his wife around him. Confidence is not something that is always there.

Moreover, this is not good for Wanqi Shenfeng, and he began to hope that he has a happy family.

When I walked into the kitchen, I was stunned. It was a difference from the time I first came. Not only was the mess on the ground, but my big iron pot was thrown onto the ground, as if I had passed a fierce battle. Sometimes this man really had to admit defeat, but fortunately he had some results.

"Your Majesty is here!"

Su Mengdie walked to the door and heard everyone's sucking sounds. Could it be that something happened again? She immediately wanted to remove the black cloth tied to Xiao Gengzi.

"stop!"

Fu Yunche's stern voice sounded for thousands of years and raised his hand to beg for mercy: "Brother, how can we stop playing? What do you want to do? Isn't it just a meal? As for these fancy bells and whistles?" And don't you eat here? She was so hungry that she was dizzy, and she could swallow a cow.

In order to eat his meal, it was almost better to go to the West to seek Buddhist scriptures.

Fu Yunche tried a few times, but when faced with everyone's shocked look, he still couldn't squeeze out his smile. He pulled the woman seriously and walked out: "Come with me!"

"Okay, okay, go slower, Fu Yunche, I warn you, if it doesn't suit your appetite, you must look good!" Where did the smell of oil smoke come from? The sniffing fiercely came from the man. Well, the contented one is always happy, and everyone has gone to the kitchen in person. What else is there to be dissatisfied with?

I don’t know how long I walked, but I finally arrived at the destination. My ears were silent, but my eyes were too bright. I had a candlelight dinner, but unfortunately I still couldn’t smell the aroma of the dishes and felt a little disappointed.

Fu Yunche lowered his head and looked at the food on the table. Even he felt it was unsatisfactory, but at least it was the result of his hunger for a day. He never knew that the kitchen work was so difficult. He took a step back and stood with his hands behind his back: "Disconnect!"

"Okay, okay!" Su Mengdie couldn't wait to tear the black cloth away, not frightened by Fu Yunche's image, but... looking around, the whole sea of ​​fire, with candles arranged in an orderly manner. The huge and empty room was hundreds of square meters, and it was actually full of candles, at least tens of thousands, right?

And she was in the middle at this moment, even though she was knowledgeable, she was still stunned: "Is this your candlelight supper?"

"Isn't that the case?"

Su Mengdie slapped her forehead. How could this be a candlelight dinner? It was clearly a consecrated dinner. It was more appropriate for a few monks to knock on wooden fish. She didn't turn around and was about to scold her. She was stunned again: "Fu Yunche, why are you so embarrassed?"

Oh my God, his head was unkempt and his face was rolling in the coal pile, with a black dragon robe, a black face, and a black hair. The other party grinned. If it weren't for the bright lights, I really thought that his teeth were flying, and he would definitely not be inferior to Africans. What I couldn't believe was that the hair was stuck in several parts of the face.

It was even worse than being robbed. His clothes were shiny and he suddenly drooped his head. He wanted to see what kind of meal he had made. It turned out like this. Three plates of burnt stir-frying dishes, and a bowl of dough that had already become a lump of dough....That just made him unrecognizable?
Chapter completed!