queen hard bow

"But..." the little tongue under the veil licked his lips, "But I really want to eat the sugar man made by the old man."

Chu Jun'er pulled Chu Yunmo forward, seeing Chu Yunmo's stiff steps, Chu Jun'er hugged her hands even tighter.

Chu Yunmo felt Chu Jun'er's small chest, and his brain began to lack oxygen.

Obviously I have had it too, but why... Could it be that the hormones are different?

"You little girl, the old man sees that you are not a person who wants to eat sugar, but you want to eat your husband!"

The old master didn't know where the divine assist came from, and whispered to Chu Jun'er winkingly.

"The old man really knows how to talk nonsense." Chu Jun'er looked around, and asked again after making sure no one would hear him: "Is it so obvious?"

Terrible...Chu Yunmo seems to have discovered the unknown side of Chu Jun'er...

Could it be that... the original owner of the body... "loved" Chu Jun'er so much?

Dangerous... very dangerous!

"You little girl, my husband, I think you like this girl's movies very much."

The old master finally turned his attention back to Chu Yunmo, seeing Chu Yunmo's current appearance was really unattractive.

"Ah... um." Chu Yunmo was so absorbed in his own world that he only knew that someone was talking to her, so he subconsciously agreed, and only when he realized that something was wrong, "Uh..."

But before she could say anything, she was interrupted by the master, "That's right, relax, don't be too stiff, or you little lady will blame the old man for making you ugly, and the old man still expects to use this skill today Make money!"

"Sir, what the old man said is true!"

Chu Jun'er took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat off Chu Yunmo's forehead. Chu Yunmo didn't know whether to exhale or inhale, so he tugged at the corners of his mouth to maintain his smile again.

Although... still not pretty...

The old master shook his head and sighed, "Young people nowadays really don't know how to be blessed..."

After saying that, the master craftsman started to make sugar figurines in his hands.

"Little girl, this step depends on you and your husband-in-law. If you don't cooperate well, don't blame the old man for your bad-mouthing!"

The master first put a small piece of caramel in the palm of his hand and crushed it, "Okay, come on, my gentleman, hurry up and take a breath."

Chu Yunmo followed the teacher's advice.

"Not enough, not enough, sucking, not enough."

After inhaling until his cheeks were bulging, the master nodded in satisfaction.

I saw him make a fist, run the fingers of the other hand through the palm, and pile the sugar cubes into tubes.

"Come on, little girl, bite off the top end of this tube, and then, blow!"

As soon as Chu Jun'er heard this, he stepped forward to bite and pushed Chu Yunmo over.

Only then did Chu Yunmo blow the air out of his mouth.

Seeing the sugar figurine puff up little by little, the master chef couldn't help laughing and said, "So anxious, all the saliva was sent in, what's the matter? I want you, little lady, to eat more happily?"

"Cough, cough, cough."

Chu Yunmo breathed a sigh of relief, but luckily the sugar figurine has already blown it.

Only then did the old master get serious. Although he usually only makes some simple things, the craftsmanship of hundreds of years is not for nothing.

"Okay, come and see, little girl!"

It took too much effort to make this thing, the old master wiped his sweat and smiled, looking like a crafty old man.

I saw the villain wearing coarse clothes, with his hands behind his back, and his brows were full of smiles.

"Little girl, your husband's movements are too stiff, and your expression is too stiff, I can only rely on imagination, eh? Are you in such a hurry to give money?"

"The old man's craftsmanship is superb, and the little girl admires it!" Chu Jun'er took over the little sugar figurine from the old master, and couldn't put it down...

At the end of Chu Yunmo, seeing the appearance of her fan girl, he stretched his brows, and the corners of his lips curled into a nice curve...

Knowing that what she holds in her hand is not the real self...