Two hours later, a small one was paralyzed on the ground with no image. The porridge was holding a small belly, and a small full -bodied, and the fat claws waved weakly, "Eat, I can't eat it."

Just now the ingredients that the clerk brought them for them had been swept away, and they all entered their stomachs.

"I can't do it anymore." Anya looked at the ceiling in a sluggish face, and even was a little envious of starving to death. At least, she didn't have to realize the feeling of the explosion of this belly.

In fact, she feels that the gifts that buy money, as long as they are carefully selected, are not perfunctory.

You don't have to do it yourself.

"No." The porridge climbed up difficultly and took out a pills from Zhaofa to stuff it into the mouth.

Seeing this, Anya was startled, "What do you eat porridge?"

She remembers that she placed poison?

The porridge porridge ate, and said, "Elderly, I have a new research, helping digestion, and after eating for a while, I will be hungry."

So magical?

An Ya was relieved, and he was curious: "Try it for me."

"Okay, okay." The porridge drew a circle on the ground, so she burned her a bottle of elimination pills.

Anya eats one. Sure enough, I didn't feel it after a while, she couldn't help but lighten her eyes, rolled up her sleeve and said, "Continue!"

"Hmm!" The porridge also got up from the ground, humming and continued, and shouted in the small mouth, "After eating, eating and doing, as long as you can't eat, eat it in the dead."

Anya: "..." No need.

There is a porridge porridge, the fast -acting version of the food pills, the two ate dozens of cakes, and finally made one before it was dark.

Looking at the cake in front of her, An Ya collapsed to the ground, wiped the sweat on her head.

Fortunately, the cake blanks do not need to do it by themselves. If everything comes from scratch, how much ingredients do they waste.

The porridge also sat on the ground with her butt, watched the cake, and laughed happily, "Finally done it!"

After thinking about it, she felt that this alone was not enough.

It seems that the total disadvantage.

She tilted her head and thought about it, right, word!

There are words on the other cakes, and they will draw beautiful small patterns.

She also wants to draw!

Thinking, she climbed up, her fat claw squeezed strawberry sauce, painted on the cake.

Before Anya had time to react, she saw that the porridge had been painted.

She looked down, and she was dumbfounded instantly.

I saw that there was a layer of ghost painting in the cake that had been seen in the past. She carefully: "Porridge, this is ..."

"It's our family." The porridge porridge looked at her chubby hand happily, looking up at her, "Mom, is it good?"

Anya's mouth was drawn, and her head was difficult, "Good -looking." It was strange.

She doesn't want to recognize which one is her, she feels that she looks pretty good.

The porridge porridge was very happy. He pointed to: "Mom, this is you, this is the uncle who owed his mouth, this is me."

"This time, I did n’t paint my dad, and my uncle was too jealous. With his father, he must be unhappy. Today he’ s birthday, let him be happy. ”

Hearing this, Anya was warm in heart, holding her little girl on her leg, and touched her little head and said, "Porridge, in fact, Ling Feng either doesn't like your father, or a little jealous."

After all, this is his pro -daughter, but he is so close to others, he will definitely be unwilling.

The porridge ordered a little head, very well -behaved, "Mom, I know, the same is true of the brothers. If I get closer to a brother, other brothers will be unhappy, hey, man, I'm so careful."

Having said that, she frowned, and her hand was holding the fleshy little milk, her face was full of "sorrow".

She is too difficult.

Anya smiled and clicked her forehead, "The little ghost."

She looked at the cake again, and she felt more pleasing to the eye.

Although the painting skills of porridge are still fascinated, but if Ling Feng knows that there is no Qin Yi, it will definitely be super happy.

Not bad.

Let Miss clerk help them pack them well. At this time, Qin Yan is here.

Looking at it, asking: "Okay?"

"Hmm!" The porridge nodded, and also showed off, "Dad, the cake I made is super beautiful!"

Qin Yan touched her little head, "Let's go."

"Well." Don't need him, the porridge holds the cake by himself, and be careful along the way.

Ye Lingfeng chose her birthday at home. She just wanted to stay with them and did not want to go outside.

Qin Yan took them to the Ye family and did not go in.

The porridge waved his hand at him, "Dad, I won't go back today, I will go back tomorrow."

"Okay." Qin Yan nodded, lifted his chin, "Go."

"Hmm." Porridge nodes a little, pulling Anya and walking inside.

"Mom, you go in first, I will enter for a while." At the door, the porridge blinked, "I want to surprise my uncle."

"Okay." Anya covered her mouth and laughed, drifting in.

It happened that Ye Lingfeng made the last dish well, and saw her, doubting: "What about porridge?"

"It's outside, close your eyes."

Hearing the words, Ye Lingfeng raised his eyebrows slightly, is the gift coming?

He couldn't help but look forward to his eyes, he closed his eyes obediently, and couldn't help guess what would be.

When I was thinking, I heard a burst of sound.

After a while, the porridge said, "Okay."

Ye Lingfeng quickly opened his eyes and saw things on the coffee table, and the smile on his face was stiff.

What kind of ghost?

I haven't found the porridge, I blinked with my eyes excitedly: "I owe my uncle, this is the cake I made for you with my mother, do you like it?"

Ye Lingfeng looked at the cake in front of him, and it was a bit stunned for a while. He should say that he liked it or disliked it.

Seeing his expression, Anya coughed lightly, and the craftsmanship of the two was really worse. Coupled with the soul painter of the porridge, the success of the cake that was not good -looking was a bit ugly.

She had to take out the killer: "Porridge and what do you draw?"

The porridge nodded and pointed at the above painting and said, "It's the three of us, this is ..."

When she finished speaking, Anya turned to look at Ye Lingfeng, took out the killer, and said, "There is no Qin, only our family of three."

Sure enough, when he heard this, Ye Lingfeng's eyes lighted up, "I like this gift!"

It was rare that the little girl just thought of him and did not bring Qin Yan.

He looked at the cake carefully, um, it was pretty good.

He said why he liked this cake so much.

This is the love of the little girl!

He was not willing to eat, took out his mobile phone to take a photo, and sent a circle of friends for the first time in his life.

As a result, as soon as it was issued, there were several comments in an instant.

If you click on it, it's all "?", Ask him what the ghosts are this.

He leaned his lips, a group of people with no vision.
Chapter completed!