Star Chef, She Can Be Salty Or Sweet

She hummed twice, and subconsciously rolled the quilt on the bed twice, feeling something extra on her neck, face, and arms outside the quilt.

Forcing myself to open my eyes, the front is the serious gaze of the dumpling and the dumpling who said why are you so lazy, and the side view, Mao Tuan No. 1, Mao Mao is holding up her little paw to touch (pat) her face, and then look down, There are two balls of hair hanging on each arm.

The four dumplings were grinning their small teeth as if they were about to bite.

Seeing the teeth of the hairballs, Jian Yan sat up shivering all over, "I got up, don't bite."

Oh my god, her flesh and blood can't bear the teeth that can crack meteorites.

I'm afraid there will be a few blood holes in one bite.

Duanzi, the way the younger brother woke her up was horrible.

Starting today, for her own safety, she has to ask the housekeeper to arrange a separate room for the dumplings.

I can't bear it, I really can't bear the deep love from Tuanzi.

"Squeak~"

Tuanzi touched Jianyan's face with the soft meat pad in satisfaction, then pointed to the bathroom.

It looks like since it's up, it's time to wash up and take care of hygiene!

In short, my heart is broken.

She grabbed the dumpling and rubbed it hard, gritted her teeth and said, "Which of us is the master and who is the favorite."

The dumpling squeaked, expressing the meaning very clearly, nonsense, of course I am the master, and you are the favorite.

In short, "..."

Forget it, the dumpling that has a wrong perception of itself is too small, it can't be beaten and scolded, and it hurts to compete with it.

It thinks that it is the master and it is the master.

Anyway, it is a dumpling that she wants to keep.

Three minutes later, Jian Yan slowly moved out of the room in a fluffy rabbit outfit, with eight fur balls hanging on his body, each of which was holding meteorite fragments and gnawed.

"You play here by yourself, and I'll make breakfast."

Tear off the hairballs one by one and put them on the sofa, Jian Yan said, "I repeat, no entry into the kitchen is allowed, remember?"

"Squeak..."

The eight Mao Tuanzi called together, except for the Tuanzi, the cries of the remaining seven Tuanzi were simply incomprehensible, but it didn't matter, as long as she could understand what the Tuanzi wanted to express.

"I know, I know, I will prepare your share."

Tuanzi was satisfied when he heard the sound, and waved his paw at her with relief, indicating that she could go.

With a nest of ancestors, she alone has no human rights.

Life!

Glancing at the uncle-like dumpling, Jian Yan left with a sigh and went into the kitchen to get busy.

The parents got up one after another, each of them greeted her at the door, and then ran to have fun by themselves.

Jian Yan is used to this, and busy with the matter at hand while saying hello.

Two hours later, a hearty breakfast is ready.

She doesn't need to serve breakfast. The elders in this family have better noses and are good at sticking points.

Basically, if she does a good job, the parents will take turns to come in and take it away.

After everything was done, she took off her apron and washed her hands before sitting in the dining room to eat.

As in the past, as soon as she was seated, the head of the family Yingchun waved a branch to announce the dinner.

Jian Yan sat at the dining table, holding vegetable cakes in both hands, eating deliciously.

Next to her, eight hair balls squatting on the heightened chairs at the same level as the table, holding shrimp balls in their paws, eating deliciously.

Mother Rabbit and the others, "..."

Why does it feel like this is a big dumpling eating breakfast with eight small dumplings.

This expression, this movement, is simply divine synchronization.