Poison Genius Consort

Long Fei Ye and Han Yu have not yet returned to the palace, Xiao Ruier sleeps in the mother's arms.

For the whole pit mom, Han Hao is helpless! She has been betting on people for the rest of her life. When did she lose? ? ?

Unexpectedly, he was defeated by his son in an unbeaten record and lost in the hands of his husband.

Is this a fate?

Settled Xiaorui, Han Hao lazily stretched down and was going to change clothes. Long did not pull her over the night, encircling her waist and letting her sit on her lap.

"Tired?" Long asked at night.

"Not tired, it will be happy tonight, and the red packets are not disposed of."

Han Hao took the dragon's non-night hand and lowered his head to play with his knuckles, slender and good-looking fingers.

She has already made Zhao Hao well-prepared, and has already found out the people who want to take the black pot. Who knows, the gangsters seem to be scared by the end of the Philippine scent, and actually did not shoot.

However, Mu Linger will finally go to the red envelope, but it is beyond her expectations. Mu Linger is not clear about the empty red envelope. Han Han is grinding, it should be done by Zhao Yu, Mu Linger, and that said.

Zhao Wei, who is a fine old woman, is a perfect fit for the gangsters.

Long Fei’s night had no interest in the red envelope. He buried himself in Han’s shoulder and asked, “Are you hungry?”

When this was said, Han Han froze.

"No... not hungry."

Can be biased, just after answering, the stomach is particularly disappointing and screaming. Although she had eaten a nightingale, she was a small snack, and she did not eat much.

Long Fei night made her tighten more tightly, almost sticking to her ear, and said with confusion, "I don't admit my mouth, my stomach is honest."

Han Hao said quickly, "If you are too late, you will not eat it, you will be fat."

The dragon touched her abdomen at night, pinched her arm, and then regained her, faintly said, "It's fat."

"You!" Han Hao angered, but the situation pushed him away, "so you can't eat any more."

"Not in the way, fat..."

Han Fei’s words have not been finished yet, Han Han first retorted, “You like it, I don’t like it!”

He must say that he is fat and he likes it.

Which man is not so eloquent, fat is not his own. Besides, fat and thin first have to like it.

Long did not look at her at night, and said quite seriously, "I don't like it either. After eating, I will be active with your activities and will not be fat."

Dragon is not night, you are a jerk!

Han Yu shouted in his heart, trying to struggle, but he couldn’t move.

"I want to sleep with Rui!" she said righteously.

The dragon is very happy to let her go, "Oh, I will go to the bowl, very fast."

Han Hao buried himself in the beggar, watching the back of the dragon out of the night, wanting to cry without tears. She is willing to bet that if the dragon is going to cook at night, she will be able to go to heaven!

After the dragon left at night, Han Han hesitated for a long time, and finally sneaked to the fire room.

When she went to the fire room, she saw that the slaves in the fire room were all woken up. They all stood outside, lined up, aligning their heads and whispering.

When I saw Han Hao coming over, everyone had to kneel down, and Han Han quickly made a snoring gesture, so that they could not move, and they were not allowed to make a sound.

The minions are all quiet, but the heart is nothing.

Get it right!

First, I don’t understand how the emperor went to the fire room in the middle of the night, and they all drove them out.

Second, I don’t understand how the night is quiet. The Queen’s Empress has also ran over, and they are not allowed to speak out.

Han Hao carefully walked to the window, she did not dare to rely too close, for fear that the dragon would find it overnight.

Looking through the window, the dragon was standing in front of the stove, and both hands were helpless, and the brow was locked. There is nothing in the sky above the stove.

Han Hao almost came up with it. It turns out that this man will have no time to start!

Half a sigh, the dragon is finally out of the night, "Come on!"

The cook head ran in quickly, "The slave is here!"

Long Fei night asked a sentence that Han Han would never forget in his life. He said, "What about it?"

Fortunately, Han Han slammed his mouth in time and ran away. Otherwise, she would laugh at the alarming dragon.

Then obsessively want to come to her below, actually can't find it!

Of course, you have to come out!

Doesn't this guy understand?

Well, Han Han doesn't really understand it. When she was below, the following people helped me. This dynasty food has a short insurance time, and of course the raw noodles are also made now.

I don’t know where the chef’s head came from, but I couldn’t hold it, but I answered it very seriously. “Oh, the emperor’s face, the face in the fire room is running out. The slaves will be embarrassed immediately.”

"Yeah." Long said coldly at night.

As a result, the chef’s head and feet slid up and the dragon’s night fire room turned around and found a pile of ingredients. Except for the eggs and the few old hens in the cage, nothing was found. Ingredients that can be used.

"Nothing else?" he asked again.

"The emperor, in order to ensure that the ingredients are fresh, the ingredients in the fire room were delivered the same morning. Now... still, not yet." The cook answered the truth.

Long Fei night did not hesitate, "Go kill a chicken."

The cook immediately found someone to kill the chicken, and he endured the face. After half an hour, the noodles and the old hens were placed in front of the dragon.

Long Fei night rushed to the kitchen and waved his hand, "Go out."

Han Hao has returned to the window, looking at the pile of noodles and the bare old hen, looking suspicious. Is it difficult for Jackie Chan to plan to stew the old hen soup, and then take it below? He knows how old hen soup has to be stewed for a long time!

Long Fei night really did not know, he looked at the ingredients in front of him, once again fell into meditation. After considering it for a long time, he finally considered it.

At this time, he found that the fire in the stove had long since disappeared.

Han Wei snickered, she would like to see how the dragon is not angry at night. Who knows, the dragon is not able to reach into the night, and it is easy to ignite the firewood.

He began to put water into the big pot, using the time to wait for the water to boil, pumping a kitchen knife and starting to deal with the old hen.

In this order, Han Wei still recognized, and she nodded. When the dragon was holding a kitchen knife at night, he slammed it and let the old hen be broken.

Sure enough, people who will be martial arts will start their meals without any effort! Han Wei is still very recognized, and feels that the dragon is not good at night.

After the water was boiled, the dragon said that the chicken pieces were thrown into the water to cook. I leaned on my side and looked at my arms.

I have to say that this man is handsome in the kitchen, he is a domineering, distinguished and extraordinary.

Han Hao couldn't help but look at him a little more and turned away.

She thought, let him wait for it, anyway, for his cooking method, the chicken must be cooked at least

It is dawn. She just took a nap.

Han Hao left with such peace of mind, but did not know, she did not go long, the dragon was not put a bunch of noodles in the big pot, and stewed with the chicken.

He waited for a while and couldn't smell the smell of the chicken stew, so he began to work in the stove to help the fire burn. It was so fierce that he had to step back and some could not stand it.

The fire burned more and more, the soup boiled more and more, and when the dragon was still boiling, the chicken was boiled. After a while, the savory taste of the chicken soup came out.

The dragon was not satisfied at night, but when he opened the lid, he was shocked. Because, instead of seeing the chicken, he did not see the chicken, and did not see the eggs. These things were all in a mess, like a thick porridge.

"The fire is too big?" Long night laughed at himself.

Although he had nothing to sell, he was very satisfied with this umami taste. He personally took a bowl and said to the cook before leaving, "The rest of the face is for you."

The chef's head is extremely pleasant, and leads the people to worship.

If you can eat something that the emperor has personally done, then there are a few great glory! Not to mention the cook, the minions behind him are all excited and excited.

After the emperor left, they rushed to the fire room, but in addition to a pot of thick white paste in the big pot, like a cockroach and like a soup, they did not find a face in the fire room. !

"Hey, what about?" A slave asked curiously.

The chef’s head looked seriously and almost opened all the lids of the lid, but still did not see the shadow of the noodles. He also looked blank.

Another slave opened his mouth. "Hey, will this be in the pot? Isn't the emperor just letting the chicken kill? This thing has a chicken flavor."

The cook's head looked at it seriously. Besides the smell of chicken, he didn't figure out what was in the pot. He hesitated again and finally made a decision. "You are all waiting, I am looking for Zhao Wei." Ask."

He has to be cautious about this matter!

If the face given by the emperor is not eaten, it is broken, but it is a big sin. The one in the pot is not the face of the emperor, and it is a big sin.

No matter what the sin, they can't afford it.

The cook's head has not gone far, and I saw Zhao Hao coming face to face the fire room. During this time, Zhao Wei came to stew the old hen every day, and gave Mrs. Jing a body.

After the cook head went over the situation, Zhao Wei looked at the pot of stuff and confused.

“Is the emperor just gone?” she asked.

"It’s not long before I’ve just walked. It’s estimated that I haven’t slept yet. Zhao Wei, the small heads are all in your hands! You must have to ask a few small ones!” The cook’s head is not good. I am asking for it.

Zhao Wei is a means of foreigners. However, she has always been very loyal to her own people. She shot her chest. "Reassured, the old man is going to ask now. The emperor and the queen are betting, not so early!"

When Zhao Wei went to the palace, Long Feiye and Han Han had not slept yet.

The two were sitting in the outer hall, and Han Han was afraid of a bowl of unclear things in front of him. She said, "Dragon is not night, it is good to eat, what is this?"

"It's just a face." Long said not at night.

As she said, Zhao Wei came in, and she was surprised to say, "Hey, the emperor, the empress of the empress is bright, and you still have no rest?"

"Zhao Wei, come over and see what it is!" Han Hao said anxiously.

(End of this chapter)