My Demon Tyrant And Sweet Baby

The opposite Qing Wan was drinking the chicken soup. Hearing that Er Donghao was too much, she instinctively pushed her soup bowl to Er Donghao and said, "That's half of me."

Erdong Hoba didn't score half of her, no, she could drink all of them.

He doesn't like this kind of soup anyway.

"it is good."

Er Donghao responded, and was about to divide her half.

Qing Wan suddenly returned her bowl, Er Donghao raised her eyebrows, is she repenting? "Donghao, this soup is delicious. Drink more to replenish your body. To protect me, you have been injured. You have been hospitalized and given injections. Seeing that you are still pale, you should take good care of you. Make a supplement, come, half of my share will be given to you, you drink more.

"

Er Donghao's mouth twitched slightly. Isn't this turning too fast?

Mr. Zhou held back a smile.

That is, the husband dare to treat the Patriarch like this.

"Qing Wan, I have enough in this bowl. If you pour it to me, my bowl can't fit. There is still something in the pot. After I finish drinking, I will put a bowl in the pot." Er Donghao Said while preventing Qing Wan from giving him soup.

Mr. Zhou interrupted appropriately at this time, and he said to Qing Wan: "Madam, there is still more in the pot, don't worry, there is enough Patriarch to drink."

Er Donghao's mouth twitched again.

Had Qing Wan not been there, he would really like to pour a bowl of soup on this surname Zhou.

Knowing that he doesn't like durians and even hates the taste of durians, he actually said that the soup is enough for him to drink. Qing Wan was the one who wanted to divide Er Donghao's soup in half. It was not sincere. Seeing Er Donghao's resignation, Mr. Zhou said that again, she brought back her own bowl of soup and said gratifyingly, "Donghao, Then you can ask Brother Zhou to serve you

One bowl, this bowl of mine does not distinguish you. "

The durian chicken soup is sweet, and Qing Wan especially likes it.

Er Donghao glared at Mr. Zhou without a trace.

Mr. Zhou was originally laughing, he was glared at by the Patriarch, and quickly pursed his mouth, but his smile revealed that he still wanted to laugh. Er Donghao glared at him again. What this guy is best at is making various soups. Of it.

I don't know how Qing Wan knew that the surname Zhou would cook soup. Since she came to Celebrity Garden, as long as she wanted to drink soup, she asked Mr. Zhou to help her cook all kinds of soup she wanted to drink.

Every time I saw her drinking soup, it was like drinking the best soup in the world.

"Go and work for you, my wife and I don't need you to wait."

Er Donghao motioned to Mr. Zhou to go down. These Er family members in the Celebrity Garden are all elites. Since the Celebrity Garden does not hire chefs or servants, the daily life of Er Donghao is taken care of by these elites. When cooking every day, who is good at Do what you do

Well, the division of labor and cooperation can also make Er Donghao's meals a five-star hotel.

Mr. Zhou grinned and left.

Er Donghao took the soup spoon and slowly stirred the soup in the bowl, his sword eyebrows were tight and his face was full of disgust, he hadn't tasted a bite yet.

"Donghao, what's your expression? Don't you think this soup tastes good? This is the soup that I specially asked Big Brother Zhou to stew, trying to make up your body." Qing Wan found that the man on the other side disliked the soup. She raised her head, looking at him with beautiful eyes.

Er Donghao's frowning eyebrows loosened, and his expression of disgust was also gathered. He pulled out a fake smile and said, "Isn't it still hot."

Qing Wan smiled, "I think it's just right, I'm almost finished drinking it, and you haven't even drank a bite, don't you think it? If you don't, I will never again..."

"I don't dislike it."

Er Donghao interrupted her in a ghostly manner.

As if she was afraid that she would really ignore his stomach in the future, even if she didn't care about his stomach now.

"I drink, I drink now." Head office.

Er Donghao looked like he was dead, scooped a tablespoon of soup, took a sip, and after boiling, the durian flavor is still there, but it is not so strong. The soup is also sweet, and it is not bad.

After taking a sip, Er Donghao felt he couldn't drink it.

So instead of using the spoon, I picked up the soup bowl and drank it.

He thought, drinking it one tablespoon by tablespoon was too slow and very torturous. It would be better to drink it all at once, but it was simply.

Er Donghao really finished the bowl of soup in one breath.

Putting down the soup bowl, he hastened to eat his breakfast.

Qing Wan looked funny.

Is it so bad?

She finished her bowl of soup silently, got up and went into the kitchen, and incidentally took Er Donghao's soup bowl.

Er Donghao felt his wife's intentions, and his body became stiff.

Immediately, he accelerated his eating action.

When Qing Wan came out again with two bowls of soup, there was no one on the table, and Er Donghao's breakfast was eaten by him.

Qing Wan was stunned, and then she laughed: "The Patriarch of Tangtanger was scared by a bowl of soup and slipped faster than a rabbit. It's hard to laugh at others' big teeth when it spreads out."

Er Donghao didn't care if he laughed off other people's big teeth, anyway, what happened in the celebrity garden, unless he or Qing Wan said it, otherwise other people would not have a big mouth.

Er Donghao slipped outside to take a walk and digest.

Eating too fast and eating too much makes me feel a bit supportive. I think he usually eats very elegantly, and he doesn’t eat too much. Today, he was reinstated by his wife. He is completely reborn like a starving ghost. There is no eating or picking at all. Stuff all in your mouth, inadvertently

It will be over.

When I slipped out of the house, I saw Mr. Zhou and a few people together talking in a low voice, and then everyone was laughing.

Er Donghao: ...It must be talking about him.

It was the first time he had known him, and he was so gossip! Er Donghao approached quietly and really heard Mr. Zhou say: "The owner really loves his wife, but the owner may not realize that even Miss Zhang Xiao can't force the owner to eat the food he doesn't like. Madam did it. , That’s because the owner loves her husband

people. "

"Haha, I just want to laugh when I imagine Patriarch drinking soup."

"Haha."

Er Donghao still likes to hear what Mr. Zhou said, but the few who echoed them were too presumptuous.

They want to laugh, right, well, he just lets them laugh enough.

"Ahem--"

Er Donghao coughed twice.

Mr. Zhou and the others turned their heads and saw that it was Er Donghao. Their expressions changed so fast that they all returned to normal. They were respectful and respectful to Er Donghao, and they could not see from their stubborn cold faces. To the way they just laughed.

"Isn't it funny?"

Er Donghao looked at them with a smile.

Several people have numb scalp.

Patriarch arrived quietly, and they didn't realize that they deserved to be caught by Patriarch.

"You guys go out now, stand at the door, and laugh at me. Without my consent, you are not allowed to stop. You must laugh all the time. If you like to laugh, let you laugh enough." Everyone:... …