80s: Little Sweet Wife

Yan Mingshun coaxed a few words softly, and then his eyebrows broke into a smile, glared fiercely, and whispered, "I'll go back and buy a whole house of durians for you to eat, hum!"

Yan Mingshun is not a picky eater, but he doesn't like to eat durian. {щww{suimеng][lā}

Grandma Mo was still worried about what happened to Meimei, but seeing that the young couple was flirting again, she was relieved and asked her aunt to cook with her. She didn't like live eggs, so she scrambled goose eggs for her grandson-in-law to eat. .

The goose at home just laid two eggs yesterday, and it can fry a large plate!

Aunt Hua ate three live eggs, and was peeling the fourth one. She ate it with relish. She said intentionally, "The girls in the city are squeamish. Eating a live egg is like having a baby, hehe!"

Mo Qiaoling gently tugged at her and motioned her to say a few words less. Aunt Hua looked at the eyebrows at the door with disdain. She looked like a chick with no **** and no buttocks. Where is her daughter?

There were two more guests at lunch, Aunt Hua, mother and daughter. Mo Qiaoling ate quietly and was not offensive, but Aunt Hua didn't stop, she was so eloquent that spittle splashed into the dishes in front of her. .

She frowned, and felt sick again, and lost her appetite. She put down her rice bowl and whispered, "I'm full, I'll pour this rice for the chickens."

Yan Mingshun knew that she disliked Aunt Hua, but he also disliked it.

"I'm going to cook some plain noodles." Yan Mingshun also put down the bowl, got up and went to the stove, followed by frowning, "I'll help you set the fire, put some chili sauce, it's appetizing."

She desperately needed chili to dispel the nausea.

Grandma Mo immediately understood that her grandson loved cleanliness since she was a child, and she must have disliked Aunt Hua. She shouted at Yan Mingshun: "Mingshun, there is duck soup in the pot, you can knock a few more eggs."

Aunt Hua didn't know it, and couldn't help but say, "Why do you still have to cook noodles with so many dishes? City girls are squeamish!"

Meimei paused, motherfucker, for the second time she said she was squeamish! ..

The first time she pretended not to hear outside, but this time she said it in front of her. The people in the city have hatred against her, right?

Meimei bit her lip, resisting not replying, this is a guest at someone else's house, you have to be reserved... huh... don't get angry.

reserved!

Yan Mingshun is not happy anymore, he has already seen that Aunt Hua is deliberately targeting Meimei, and there are only three things. If there is a third time, he will no longer be concerned about the face of his grandparents.

His woman can't be taught by others!

Wang Fengzhen glared at the dazzling aunt in disgust, she couldn't eat it, but it was a pity that this table of good dishes was lost.

"Sister Hua, eat more vegetables~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Don't just talk about it." Wang Fengzhen took a big pig's trotter for Aunt Hua, fattening you to death.

Mo Qiaoling knew that her mother was disrespectful, and kicked quietly, Aunt Hua had to shut up and happily eat pig trotters, her favorite.

But her mouth couldn't be idle. It was a good time. As she ate, the meat foam spurted out along with the spit, and the impact was quite strong, and not a single dish escaped.

Mo Wendong put down the bowl and shouted at the stove: "Ming Shun, cook more noodles."

If it wasn't for Mo Mugen's face, he would have driven people away with a big broom.

"What kind of noodles do you want to eat? It's a pity not to eat so many dishes." Aunt Hua didn't understand it very much. Rich people really don't enjoy it.

Shito couldn't hold back, and shouted loudly: "The dishes are full of your saliva, I'm sick to death, how do you eat them?"

Mo Qiaoling's face was as red as blood, and she was even more tired of her mother in her heart.

a shame!