But after he picked up a piece of chicken and sent it to his mouth, he suddenly spit out with a "poof".
"This, this what!"
If you don't say half-baked, the taste is hard to say.
Dong Huang felt as if he had eaten bitter gourd, her face wrinkled together, and a blush rose from the base of her ears, she rubbed her hands, and said embarrassed: "Um, one by one, are you okay?" he pointed. It’s the other person’s stomach, is it okay
Su Kui knew it, and raised her eyebrows indifferently, "Very well," she raised her jaw slightly, "Eat, why not?"
Dong Huang: "..."
Owing to someone's majesty, he had to pick up his chopsticks again, like swallowing poison, and squeezed a few mouthfuls. For Dong Huang, who is such an appetite, he really feels that the time is so long at this moment.
In the end, he really couldn't hold on anymore, crying and begging for mercy.
"One by one, I was wrong. I was really wrong. I really don't know. The dishes I cooked are so unpalatable." He clasped his hands together and said, "Well, can I stop eating..."
He asked in a low voice.
Su Kui smiled meaningfully at him, "Yes, then, take the food you cooked and get out of my house."
Dong Huang immediately shook the bitter melon face, and said quickly: "I will eat, I will eat immediately, one by one, don't be angry!"
At this moment, even if there was a pile of piercing poison on the table, he had to bite the bullet and eat it. This hundreds of years of secret love is about to see the light, and it is not a big deal to let the other party vent their anger.
Knowing that the other party was still mad at him using those innocent girls, so he deliberately made things difficult for him.
What can we do? You can only eat the evil fruits you planted yourself.
After the meal, Dong Huang obediently took the dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen to wash, and when he came back, he saw Su Kui still in the living room, sitting on the wooden armchair, looking motionless.
Dong Huang sighed, "One by one, the anger hasn't disappeared? I swear, I won't dare anymore, really!" He raised three fingers and sweared.
Su Kui raised her eyebrows, "Oh? What's wrong?"
Dong Huang immediately admitted his mistake, "I shouldn't kill the innocent, shouldn't lie to you, shouldn't try to conceal your past, and prevent you from regaining your memory. In short, it's all my fault. I admit it, okay?"
This call is called Shunliu.
Su Kui smiled without anger, and looked at him meaningfully up and down. In Dong Huang's anxiety, his red lips lightly opened, and a word came out faintly.
"No, these are nothing."
"what?"
"You are wrong, the cooking is so awful. At this level, you still want to live with me? Huh?"
His head suddenly exploded like fireworks, extremely gorgeous, and then there was a long blank space.
After a long while, Dong Huang blinked, "One by one, you're not angry with me anymore?" When he said this, the arc of his mouth almost reached the back of his ears, how stupid it was, how stupid it was before. This kind of grace is outstanding, very deceptive performance.
"Don't worry, I will go to study, and I will leave all the work at home to me in the future.
"In the future, I will learn what you want to eat. You are responsible for making money and supporting the family. I am responsible for three times a day, okay, okay, one by one?"
He acted like a baby one step at a time and shook his way, seeing that Su Kui hadn't refused, he bury his head in Su Kui's neck with every inch, acting dullly.
The light-colored eyes flickered, and Su Kui asked, "I will listen to everything in the future?"