Qu Tan'er looked sideways and scolded: "What are you stunned? Wash the pot and get angry quickly."

"Yes!" Qin Ling smiled, and the smile was particularly real.

Then, he turned around and was busy with the fire. This ignition was naturally hard to fall. "Mother, sometimes I think about it. You are the turning point of my destiny."

"How to say?" Qu Tan'er asked with a smile, "I asked myself, but I never helped you." Or from the beginning, Qinling was destined to be pitted and the slave was pitted.

Qin Ling smiled refreshing and didn't say much. He understood in his heart, in fact, he said that he was worn. If there was no Qu Tan'er hit Qi'antang and played a battle with him to harm him, Mo Liancheng would probably be refined by him

Even if it was not made into a wake because of the disaster, the first one was to kill him.

However, because it was lost to Qu Tan'er, he gave him a chance to live.

Mo Lian City did not kill him, but instead brought him around.

After a while, the fragrance of the rice is overflowing, the dishes are not said to be a mountain sea flavor, but it is just homemade dishes, but it is even more moved by the luxury mountains.

Seemingly bland but there is a touch of light, "Tan'er, are you making dishes?"

"Yes." Qu Tan'er nodded and sat down.

"Haha! Not bad." When Mo Liancheng's eyes flashed, when Qinling wanted to move chopsticks to eat, a certain grandfather had to deliver the bowl to Qinling with his intentions, and said, "So tired, Qinling, help me with a bowl of rice."

As soon as Qinling heard it, it would naturally do it. It is normal to make a bowl of rice for the master. But when he turned around, he found that Mo Liancheng had a lot of chopsticks. I do n’t know where to move out.

, I can't help but make him wrong. Another thing is, isn't it said that eating rice? Why did you drink it again?

He hesitated, the table of the table had gone and half.

The speed of eating in Mo Liancheng can be said to be gobbled.

Seeing Qinling's face coming, Mo Liancheng took the initiative to take the bowl, and began to pick up rice in three or two times.

Once, no, even for such a long time, Qin Ling had eaten at the same table with Mo Liancheng more than once, but I have never seen Mo Liancheng who eats so badly. How can I describe the past? No matter what time, he

They are all elegant, the manners are calm, and the style of the nobleman is very good.

Suddenly, Qin Ling was a little worried. How did you not have a little grace. This is not like the personality of the master. Will the master really stimulate, and the temperament has changed greatly?

With this thinking, the dishes are half less.

Qu Tan'er watched Qinling a little sympatheticly.

She couldn't care about him anymore. Eat first, and then slowed down. In fact, she didn't expect that the city was so attached to her dishes, hey, very fulfilling.

Suddenly, she suddenly wanted to spray, only listening to Qinling Road: "Master, are you hungry?"

"Yes! Yes! ..." Mo Liancheng was a bit blurred, and there were meals in his mouth. The pair of chopsticks didn't stop, and the vegetables were taken.

Qinling is wrong, no, there are food in the morning and noon.

Finally, when Qin Ling returned to the earthy land and prepared to make meals, I found out that only rice was left! The dishes on the table, only the empty dish, no, some dish, Mo Liancheng has put down the tableware, beat the chopsticks, fight
Chapter completed!