Kill That Man

When a woman, (she is not a professional chef), is willing to cook for you alone, it is already stubbornly willing to marry you.

Of course, except for Yu Qingyao.

This is a very obvious hint.

Li Huaide heard it and smiled cheerfully: "Okay! I really want to taste Qing Yao's craftsmanship."

Yu Qingyao pouted and laughed: "I have bad craftsmanship, don't make fun of others."

Li Huaide said affectionately: "As long as Qingyao is cooked, it must be the most delicious dish in the world."

Yu Qingyao smiled and asked her son to sit down. She went to the kitchen to bring some dishes.

Four cold, four hot and four platter, not very rich, but for two private dinners, it is enough.

Yu Qingyao poured wine cloth dishes for his son, just like his wife caring for her husband.

Li Huaide was touched casually and casually, and this is what he wanted to do after marriage thousands of times!

Yu Qingyao pointed to the dish in the middle and said, "This is fried chicken, it's my favorite dish, son, try it!"

Li Huaide looked at the fried chicken, and he couldn't help but tremble, his body shivering uncontrollably.

Seeing this, Yu Qingyao asked in amazement, "My son, what's wrong with you?"

Li Huaide himself was also very weird. He didn't understand why, even when he saw the fried chicken somehow, he felt fear in his heart. Can't help but think of running away!

He tried hard to restrain himself from running away, so that he would tremble all over.

Well, he used to be a chicken for a century, and was killed by Yu Qingyao a hundred times, fried, and sold to others!

In Li Huaide's life, although he did not remember the events of that year, deep down in his soul, he was already frightened by Yu Qingyao's fried chicken.

He smiled strongly: "It's all right!"

Yu Qingyao said with a whistle, he tore a fried chicken wing with enthusiasm and said to him, "The chicken wing is the best, you try it!"

Li Huaide trembled and held the chicken wing, and shook his hand to send it to his mouth. The moment he tasted it, he couldn't help it anymore.

He stood up and rushed outside, vomiting utterly, his bile almost spit out.

Yu Qingyao hurried to follow him, seeing that she was speechless.

Hold the grass! Is my fried chicken so terrible? Isn't this dark food? People who have eaten before are praised.

Sister finally went back to the kitchen, so please you, you really do not give face.

Sister wants to hit someone, what should I do?

She took a deep breath three times, posing like Wen Liangxianshu, and hurried forward, caring and supporting Ji Gongzi, and asked, "What are you doing, uncomfortable?"

After Li Huaide vomited, he woke up very awkwardly and said, "Uh, I'm fine."

"My son?" Yu Qingyao called in confusion.

"It's all right!"

"Oh! Then we go back and continue drinking!" Yu Qingyao smiled, eagerly to pull the boy back.

Li Huaide shuddered and said, "That, that, can you remove the fried chicken?"

Yu Qingyao died of depression, but said, "Okay, Afu, go! Pour that chicken down."

Afu whispered, and quickly collected the fried chicken.

Li Huaide returned to the table with a guilty conscience, and when he looked at the dishes on the table, he felt everything was normal.

He was sober, and said apologetically, "Sorry, you were rude!"

Yu Qingyao shouted strangely in his heart, but said: "It should be my apology to the son, I didn't expect the son to hate chicken."

Li Huaide hehe.

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He was also strange in his heart: strange! I didn't do that before! I have eaten chicken too! I have eaten fried chicken many times! What a hell. Fortunately, Qingyao knows the book, and no surprise, otherwise, I ca n’t explain it.

With such a mess, Li Huaide has been restless on the table, and Yu Qingyao has a little smile.

Due to the chicken's disappointment, the two broke up after dinner.

When Li Huaide returned, he ordered the chicken to be fried.

The chef on Xingyuan is very strange, thinking: Hey, isn't the son full in Yu Sect?

He deliberately fried a chicken and ordered it to be given to Ji Gongzi.

The fried chicken was delivered, and Li Huaide sent away his men, took a deep breath, opened the lid himself, and looked uneasily inside. The dish was indeed a fried chicken.

Li Huaide found no strange feeling at all.

He stared at the fried chicken for a while, and found that there was no such terrible feeling in Yu Qingyao.

He carefully chop the meat of chopsticks and tasted, without the urge to vomit at all.

He thought to himself: Strange! I'm not afraid of eating fried chicken! Holding the grass, wouldn't I be afraid of Shimei's blow up? What's wrong with this? Alas, it's easy to verify the problem, just ask her to fry again.

As soon as he thought about it, his body couldn't control his body trembling, his hair was erect, and his heart was filled with strong fear.

In this regard, Li Huaide was speechless.

He couldn't understand after thinking about it, but could only lament that he would not eat chicken anymore.

No, don't even think about it.

I am a man of all kinds, not afraid of the sky, not afraid of the ground, but I am afraid that the fried chicken of the sister and sister will be killed, and I will be killed if I go out.

What is it called? How could I have this weird problem?

Another day, Yu Qingyao invited Ji Gongzi to accompany her to Houshan to scan her master's grave.

Li Huaide didn't think that much, as long as the sister asked, he went immediately.

Regardless of what she wants to do, anyway, just stay with me.

In fact, this is also an obvious hint.

Girls may invite people to eat, watch movies, travel together or whatever, but they will never invite people to scan the graves of their loved ones. It must be someone close to you, such as a boyfriend or fiance.

Yu Qingyao kept giving Ji Gongzi a calming pill, so as not to change his mind in the middle, not let her get on the boat, and not take her back to Luotian.

The two met at the Aurora Hall, then walked side by side, all the way to Houshan Cemetery.

When he came to the tomb of Yuzong Lord, Yu Qingyao swept the grave with his eight classics, put on incense, and scratched his head.

After the incident, she asked shamefully, "Son, would you like to give my master a column incense?"

Looking at Shimei's shy look and expectant little eyes, Li Huaide suddenly moved, he suddenly understood what Shimei meant.

She is about to leave. This is a final farewell to Master. Similarly, she also took him, her man, to show Master.

If he went to incense, he would recognize this identity and recognize him as her man.

Can he deny it? impossible!

Li Huaide stepped forward happily and laughed: "Of course, I must come up with this incense!"

He solemnly arranged his coat, took the burning incense, walked to the tombstone, and worshiped squarely.

"Master Jade, I will take good care of Qing Yao, please rest assured under Jiuquan!"

After that, he inserted the incense.

Yu Qingyao shyly helped Ji Gongzi up.

Li Huaide felt like a church worship.

Later, Yu Qingyao took Ji Gongzi to her charity nursing home, compulsory school and other places.