Great Power Army Reclamation

After handing the dishes to Xi Ma for frying, Yang Geyong felt a little more at ease and quickly ran to Zhao Ling'er.

There is no natural gas here, and firewood is used for cooking, so there are two stoves for cooking and making pancakes.

Looking into the pot, I saw that the cake was smoking again. "Why don't you turn it over?" Yang Geyong scolded, and then quickly took out the cake.

As expected, one side of the cake was already dark, like African skin. Yang Geyong simply threw it into the trash can, which was beyond saving.

Zhao Ling'er looked aggrieved: "The noodles here are still raw, don't they have to be browned before turning?"

Yang Geyong nodded: "Yes, African pancakes can only be eaten when they are dark and dark."

Yang Geyong has become accustomed to this woman's mental retardation in life. But I didn’t expect that after so many years of divorce, I still persisted so well. I really don’t know how my son survived?

Yang Geyong put a piece of newly rolled cake into the pot and took out some firewood from the stove. The pan was too hot and the outside of the cake was battered, and it was easy to get stuffed inside.

Soon, the cake in the pot began to bulge. Yang Geyong turned it slightly, and then turned it over. The slightly browned cake crust underneath was particularly attractive, exuding bursts of wheat aroma.

Zhao Ling'er swallowed secretly. It had been a long time since she had eaten food cooked by Yang Geyong. She never understood that Yang Geyong and Ye Yuze were also people who did big things. Why are everyone so good at cooking?

Her mother, Aunt Gan, can be considered a traditional woman. She has been cooking all her life, but her level of cooking is actually limited to being able to cook well.

After teaching Zhao Ling'er for a while, he called Ye Qianqian over to light the fire, while he went to get vegetables with Xima. Yang Geyong had already given up on treating Ye Qianqian. It’s better to cultivate Xi Ma with peace of mind.

Ye Qianqian squatted down to make a fire, and asked Zhao Ling'er a little depressed: "Auntie, does uncle dislike me?"

Zhao Ling'er shook her head: "How dare he, it took him half his life to teach me how to pancake. What right does he have to dislike us?"

Ye Qianqian nodded: "Then we have to train Yang Wei to cook like Uncle Yang. Otherwise, what should we do?"

Zhao Ling'er was stunned for a while, then suddenly squatted down: "I'll light the fire, you come and learn how to make pancakes."

The meal was very delicious. Xi Ma peeked at Yang Geyong while eating. Yang Wei's father is so awesome. He can fly planes, fight wars, and cooks delicious food. So why does he need a woman?

When it got dark, Yang Geyong was about to go out again, and Zhao Ling'er started to scold again: "Why are you out so late? Are you looking for a woman again?"

Yang Geyong pointed to the next door: "I'm going to live with Ye Yuze, but I can't live here."

Zhao Ling'er looked angry: "You hate me so much? Don't you want to stay under the same roof with me for a while?"

Yang Geyong opened his mouth and wanted to say something to her, but in the end he didn't say anything. There was no reason to talk to this woman.

After washing, Yang Geyong lay down in his son.

Zhao Ling'er initially wanted to squeeze in with the two girls, but the bed was too narrow. She had no choice but to get up, give up the bed to them, and go to Yang Geyong's room.

Seeing her coming in, Yang Geyong was not surprised and leaned inside. Make room for her. Even though they are divorced, there is no need to be so pretentious as an old couple.

After Zhao Ling'er lay down, she smelled the familiar smell of Yang Geyong and felt a little distracted for a moment.

Research by biologists has shown that female biological desires are actually stronger than those of males. It's just that his personality is relatively passive, and marriage makes the male a thinking animal with his lower body.

"Don't you have so many wives? Why do you always live by yourself?" Zhao Ling'er has always been curious about this matter.

"What wife? If I call you wife after we sleep, I'll have lost track of how many there are." Yang Geyong told the truth. Unlike Ye Yuze, he would never restrain his desires. So I shed tears in many entertainment venues.

"You're a scumbag!" Zhao Ling'er cursed and turned around. She didn't want to deal with this man anymore.

Yang Geyong didn't want to argue with her. Sometimes this woman was just mentally ill. Even after knowing her for so many years, I still can't understand her thoughts and view of right and wrong, mainly because she has too many double standards.

When Yang Geyong was about to fall asleep, Zhao Ling'er muttered again: "You're a scumbag. You've had so many women in your life but you still refuse to take responsibility. Do you know that if you die like this, you will go to hell?"

Yang Geyong was a little impatient, mainly because he was sleepy: "If I go to hell, I will snatch the wife of the Lord of Hell to be my wife, and he will not dare to arrest me next time!"

You scumbag, Zhao Ling'er didn't know where the evil fire came from, grabbed Yang Geyong's arm and bit him.

Yang Geyong was in pain and stretched out his hand to push her away, but his hand pressed where it shouldn't, and both of them were stunned.

Zhao Ling'er was stunned for a while and suddenly cursed: "You are a gangster and a scumbag. Now you want to take advantage of me, right? I will fight with you!" After saying that, she was going to ride on Yang Geyong and beat him.

Yang Geyong turned over and pinned her down. He was also really angry and wanted to turn her over and slap her a few times.

But this time, both of them felt strange at the same time. Zhao Ling'er exerted her super long fighting power and exhausted Yang Geyong.

I don’t know why the last two people fell asleep? Anyway, we slept together hugging each other, and hugging each other very tightly.

The next morning, Zhao Ling'er pushed Yang Geyong up and said, "When you get up to cook, you have to deliver food to your son. I can't get up."

Yang Geyong glanced at her and said unconcernedly: "The canteen will cook it. Even if I don't go, someone will send her to the hospital."

"No, I'm here, how can I still let my child eat in the cafeteria? I have to cook for him myself."

Yang Geyong said helplessly: "You can't cook and it's not like your son doesn't know. Why are you being pretentious?"

"I don't care, anyway, I don't want my son to eat food cooked in the cafeteria!" Zhao Ling'er started to cheat.

Yang Geyong patted her face: "Okay, let me do it, okay? How good is this? You can do things by acting coquettishly, but if you have to behave like a tigress, what man can bear it?"

For the first time, Zhao Ling'er didn't talk back. She just bit her lip and wondered what she was thinking about?

After Yang Geyong got up, he discovered that Xi Ma had already gotten up and was getting vegetables there. But she didn't know what to do with the basin of dough?

Yang Geyong smiled with satisfaction, and then began to teach her how to cook.

It takes less effort to teach girls who are used to doing housework. Basically, just a few reminders at critical moments will suffice.

Soon, a delicious and tasty breakfast was ready. After calling Zhao Ling'er up to eat, Ye Qianqian was still sleeping soundly. She didn't wake up after calling her twice, so she ignored her.

The three of them had eaten enough, leaving some for Ye Qianqian, and then went to deliver food to Yang Wei.

Yang Wei also started to act happily when he saw them. After not seeing them for a night, his actions were obviously much quicker.