Princess Sets Poison Again

Ming Youran looked at the sixth child in shock, and he was going to attend her recruitment meeting?

"What did you participate in, and who will allow you to participate?" Ming Ying glared at the sixth child with a black face.

He didn't even want to hold this pro-conference. His baby girl would like to stay a few more years.

"Dad, I will definitely defeat everyone and marry Youer." Liu Liu vowed swearingly to guarantee Ming win.

"Dad your head, whoever you marry me baby." Deep anger suddenly and win is not a light, but also pulled up the sleeves Zouren.

"Okay." Ling Juner quickly grabbed Mingying and motioned to look at his woman.

Mingying looked at Ling Juner's eyes and saw her own baby look ashamed, and then suddenly annoyed.

He groaned for a moment and looked at Lao Liu: "You can join if you want to participate. After completing the test of Ben Jun, Ben Jun will let you participate."

The sixth child is a bit stupid. Why is it necessary to grab someone's wife and children from others?

"If you don't want to, don't worry." Mingying dismissed and glanced at him.

"Will be willing." Lao Liu quickly compromised.

Can he not? Now even if he died, he had to die.

Mingying's face looked better then: "Follow Ben."

"Yes." The sixth child responded, and Fangdiandian followed Ming to win.

Ming leisurely looked at the back of the two men in anxiety: "What does father and father want to test?"

Ling Juner patted her hand comfortably: "Relax, your father has a sense."

Even if Xiaobai doesn't like Yanger anymore, he will consider Youer, and he will definitely not kill him, but the others cannot guarantee it.

Mingying went directly to the kitchen with his sixth son: "Your family likes to drink fish soup the most. The fish, I have already caught it for you, and I will leave it to you.

"Fish ... fish soup ..." Lao Liu was dumbfounded, he thought he was going to test why he cultivated, and how did he get into his cooking skills.

"Do you want to do it?" Seeing his unwilling appearance, Mingying turned black again.

"Do it." The sixth boy nodded quickly, then said bitterly again, "but I can't."

He can eat fish, but how can he make fish?

"I won't go to school." Ming Ying glanced at him and instructed the cook to teach him.

Someone taught that Lao Liu was naturally happy and learned very carefully.

However, he really has no talent. He obviously did it according to the steps taught by that person. As a result, they made a bowl of milky white fish soup, and he was a black bowl.

Winning glanced disgustedly: "Redo."

"Okay." The sixth boy also felt that he couldn't make it, and resigned.

But this time no master taught it, even killing the fish has to kill it by himself, doing a dozen times in a row, the sixth child finally turned the black soup into milky white.

"It's done." Lao Liu happily held the fish soup in front of Mingying, who was enjoying the cold outside. "You try it."

It was okay to see the color of the soup. Mingying finally savoured his face, but sprayed it directly. He also sprayed Lao Liu's face: "What's the smell, this is too unpalatable, redo."

Lao Liu scooped the soup on her face, and returned to the kitchen with the fish soup appointed.

After tossing for a day and night, Mingying did not know that it had been tasted dozens of times, but this time it was not sprayed: "The taste is okay, try it for Youer. If she says yes, then you pass.

"Really." Lao Liu was overjoyed, thinking that Ming Youran would definitely help him through.

At a glance, Mingying saw through the mind of Lao Liu, and took the fish soup and went to Mingyouran's room.

"You're trying this fish soup."

Ming Youran smiled at Yu Tang and said, "Have you gone fishing again?"

"Yu'er loves to eat, of course, my father and I have to fish." Mingying rubbed her head and passed the fish soup to her. "Taste it."

Ming Youran smiled and tasted the fish soup, raised her eyebrows and said, "Let's change the kitchen?"

Ming Win's eyes flickered: "Be it."

"How does it taste?" The sixth boy who was lying under the window suddenly popped up and asked expectantly.

"Not bad," Ming said with a raised eyebrow, and took another sip.

"Yeah!" Lao Liu immediately cheered happily.

Ming Youran looked at the sixth child unknown.

Mingying patted her shoulder and laughed, "Drink slowly."

After Ming Yu drank the fish soup leisurely, Ming won before going out.

"father……"

As soon as Lao Liu was about to speak, she was slapped on the head with a slap. "Daddy, dad, this is a pass that you passed, and now the next level."

"Are there the next level?"

The sixth boy jumped instantly.

Ming Ying glanced at him: "Otherwise, do you think my baby wins so well?"

The sixth old man drew his eyes, which was really hard to marry.

"Would you like to follow me?" Ming Yingli ignored him and left.

"Come." Lao Liu followed up with appointment.

It's still the kitchen, but it's not fish soup.

"I heard that you have eaten a lot of pastry made by you?" Mingying looked sourly at the sixth child.

Lao Liu was immediately alert and yelled, "Not much?"

Mingying sneered: "How much to eat before, how much to make for Ben now, you have to make the same delicious, not bad."

As soon as the old six feet were soft, he almost knelt down.

How much to eat and how much, how long will he have to cook.

"Hurry up and do it, maybe you can catch up with tomorrow's recruiting contest. If you don't want to do it, immediately roll out to Jun." Ming Ying looked at the sixth old boy with a look of satisfaction.

Lao Liu glanced at him resentfully. He must be jealous that Xiao Youer likes to make pastries for him. He must not have eaten the pastry made by Xiao Youer.

I have to say the truth about the sixth child, Mingying is also jealous of his baby making pastries for the kid, far more times than giving him.

"You can do it, but can you please personally teach it?"

He has never made pastries before, and he has no idea where to start.

Mingying looked at the pastry chef who had been waiting for a long time, and the pastry chef immediately came forward.

The noodles, kneading noodles, filling, forming, and baking are all these steps, and the old man spent all night thinking about it.

The pastries that were carefully made again and again were thrown into the pond by Mingying to feed the fish, and the sixth boy was crying while doing it.

He wants to eat so many cakes for Mao.

But it ’s not easy to make pastry. Think about it. When she was ten, she made the pastry for him. After making it for so many years, it was really hard for her.

Thinking of Ningyouran, the sixth boy got up his spirit and fought with the cakes again.

Ming Youran is his, no matter what, he will never give up his little daughter-in-law to others.

Mingying stood at the kitchen door, looked at the serious sixth child, and nodded silently.

Xiaoyouer's vision is still pretty good. Although the boy is a little confused, he still cares about you.

If you are willing to cook fish soup and make pastries, if the two become close relatives in the future, it should not be too bad.

But why did he feel so uncomfortable when he thought of his own baby getting married?