The blackened goddess of rebirth is extremely poisonous

Chapter 177

To wash or not to wash, that is a very serious question.

If he didn't wash it, it meant that he didn't even know how to wash the dishes. Yan Zhuoli, who had already thrown someone once, would never want to throw someone a second time.

But if he washes it, it means that he is obediently listening to Feng Tianling.

So tangled, so contradictory.

"What? Can't even wash the dishes?" Feng Tianling said while looking at Yan Zhuoli with a strange voice.

Yan Zhuoli:
Yan Zhuoli picked up the dishes and turned on the faucet.

"Clatter—" Washing the vegetables.

Yan Yueli, who was peeking from the side, couldn't stand it anymore, and left decisively.

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All the dishes had just been prepared, and Yan Hanming just came back.

A table of four and two children eat together.

Yan Zhuoli looked at the fried shredded pork with celery on the table. He washed the celery, and this dish was what he wanted to eat the most. However, as soon as he stretched out his hand, he felt a cold gaze wrapped around his chest as if it had substance. hand.

Turning his head to look at the other party, he saw that the man was fixing every dish on the table with his eyes, as if saying that this was made by his wife, and no one is allowed to covet it.

Yan Zhuoli, who understood the man's meaning, hung his outstretched hand for a long time, should he pinch it or not?
At this time, Yan Yueli picked up a piece of chicken leg for Tiantian beside him, "Eat more."

"Thank you, brother Yue." Tiantian said, looking at Yan Yueli with a smile.

"You're welcome." Yan Yueli glanced at the fish in front of Tiantian, "Tiantian, can you grab a piece for me? It's a little far away, I can't reach it."

"Okay." Tiantian clipped a big fish tail for Yan Yueli.

Yan Yueli successfully ate the food.

After being stunned for a few seconds, Yan Zhuoli turned his head to look at Yingying who was next to him, and the imitative sandwiched a piece of braised pork ribs for Yingying.Then he opened his mouth and said, "Little ghost, can you hold a piece of chicken for me?"

Yingying glanced at Yan Zhuoli's chopsticks in distaste, he was a clean freak, if Feng Tianling hadn't made the braised pork ribs, he wouldn't have eaten them.

Calling him a kid is not polite at all.

"Thanks to your size and short hands, you can't even reach the vegetables."

His hands are short? !Yan Zhuoli was so angry that his face was blue and purple, why is this kid so uncute.

At this moment, a pair of chopsticks put the chicken legs into his bowl.

"Thank you—" Yan Zhuoli looked at the other party along the chopsticks, and when he saw Feng Tianling, the smile on his face disappeared instantly.

"Who wants you to pick it up." As soon as Yan Zhuoli finished speaking, a pair of chopsticks reached into his bowl and picked up the only piece of chicken in his bowl.

Yan Zhuoli stared blankly at Yan Hanming who was eating chicken, before he could react to what was going on, he was met by a pair of murderous eyes in the next second.

Yan Zhuoli said he was really scared
"By the way, Yan Hanming, is there any news about Yingying and Tiantian's family?" Feng Tianling asked.

Yan Hanming stopped eating, frowned slightly, "Not yet."

It's been a week, and with the means of a man, I haven't found any news yet.Feng Tianling was surprised.

The coffee shop was not very busy a few days ago, and because of Yingying and Tiantian, Feng Tianling never went there.

This evening, Nuan Nan Cafe.

Feng Tianling, who was going to work as usual, welcomed two unexpected guests.

Yan Zhuoli and Yan Yueli.

As soon as Yan Zhuoli entered the coffee shop, he saw Feng Tianling serving the female customers, and warmly stepped forward to say hello, "Fang Ling, we meet again."

"Yeah, we meet again." Feng Tianling said in a lukewarm manner, obviously not wanting to talk to Yan Zhuoli.

However, Yan Zhuoli acted as if he didn't see it, and followed Feng Tianling sloppily, Balabala talking endlessly.

(End of this chapter)