Chapter 62: Food
Chapter 62 Food
Su Yongyuan couldn't wait to take a sip, his eyebrows stretched, fresh! An indescribable umami taste reverberates between the lips and teeth, which cannot be dissipated for a long time, and the aftertaste is long after swallowing.
Yang Lan'er took a sip of the soup, which was as white as goat's milk and delicious.
Glanced at Tan Anjun,
What's up with Su Yongyuan today? Literary.
Tan Anjun drank the soup in a gulp, "Shu wine is invincible, and Jiangyu is beautiful."
Don't be envious, turn your eyes to your own man.
Yang Lan'er lowered her head and drank the soup seriously, and this guy drank a vat of vinegar again.
Su Yongyuan looked at the opposite couple, holding back his laughter. He didn't know that General Tan was also a jealous vat.
"噗嗤" couldn't take it anymore.
"Mr. Su, why are you so funny?" Chenyang child was puzzled.
"In front of food, you can always think about it, or you can be greedy, observe before eating, think while eating, and appreciate it after tasting." Su Yongyuan knocked his head.
"Oh," Chenyang's child looked confused, but his father taught him not to refute Mr.
The other family members at the table were dumbfounded, feeling in their hearts: Mr. Su is very knowledgeable.
Yang Lan'er wanted to reach for the venison, but the child's father quickly put it into her bowl, "This..."
Seeing his young wife looking at him suspiciously, Tan Anjun curled his lips and said with a smile: "The same sound is like a drum, and the rhyme is like a qin."
Yang Lan'er's throat choked, her cheeks flushed red, "Don't be silly, who is with you..." Qin Se sang together.
"Dear relatives love you, so Qingqing, I am not Qingqing, who will be Qingqing? Hmm...!" Especially the word "um" has a long and deep sound, which is aggressive.
Yang Lan'er bowed her head and finished the rice in the bowl with a few mouthfuls. As soon as the bowl and chopsticks were put away, "Father and mother, I'm full, eat slowly."
Tan Anjun smiled as he watched his little wife enter the cubicle. Turning his head, his sharp eyes shot over.
"Ahem!..." Su Yongyuan blushed from the porridge and his neck was thick.
Ms. Ding stared at the bowls and chopsticks that Yang Lan'er put on the table, slandering in her heart: This is the difference between a daughter-in-law and a daughter-in-law. The daughter-in-law can do nothing, but the daughter-in-law has to be busy.
Children Chenyang got up and patted him on the back, "How old is he, and he doesn't concentrate on eating. Sigh!" He shook his head helplessly just like the adults.
"Cough cough!" Su Yongyuan had just regained his breath, when he heard Chen Yang's words, he coughed again.
Yang Cunzhi took a sip of the soup, "Young Master Su, it's better to concentrate on eating. If you are half-hearted, you will be struck by lightning. Don't you scholars pay attention to: don't talk when you eat or sleep. I think it makes sense."
Your family members can discuss and settle important matters during meals, so as to teach him not to eat or sleep? Su Yongyuan felt a 10,000 point critical blow in his heart.
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Yang Lan'er entered the cubicle, ouch, hello! I am so surprised! Pat the cheek, it is so hot that it can be grilled on the teppanyaki.
The cheap husband is going crazy, even if the iron wall is a bit unstoppable, her heart is still beating like a drum!
"Dear relatives love Qing, so Qingqing, I am not Qingqing, who will be Qingqing." Yang Lan'er murmured, why does she feel so sweet in her heart, and a little warm.
Could it be that a few words from the man made her heart feel like March? oops! Cover your face! I have no face to see people.
The body was so hot that it was covered in thin sweat and sticky. He flashed into the space and took a quick battle bath.
After drinking a cup of space well water, she sat cross-legged on the side of the well with her palms up, her tongue touching her palate, calmed down, closed her eyes slowly, and operated according to the inner exercises on Yuyan Jue. Slowly, she felt a stream of air flow , running with her kung fu.
Others may not be able to find the sense of Qi in seven days. If someone knows that she has developed Qi Qi so quickly, they will be killed with a piece of tofu.
Running for a few days, when the air flow converges to the Dantian to the size of a mung bean, she stops practicing. Cultivation is not something that can be done in a hurry, but it must be accumulated over time.
Come out from the space, spread out the quilt, and lie on the bed. Sure enough, after a while, you can hear the light footsteps and the soft voice of the babies.
(end of this chapter)