The big-name husband has played too much: the poisonous pet, the good girl

So, under An Ying's expectation, Xiaoyan and Bing Yu started at the same time.

"Snapped!"

"vomit!"

With two movements, Xiaoyan and Bingyu put down their knives and forks almost at the same time, and vomited sideways.

"An Ying, do you want to murder?" Xiaoyan roared directly. [

A terrible smell filled his nostrils, and his tongue was paralyzed at that moment.

OMG!

Is this what people eat?

These people actually ate with relish, looking like they were enjoying themselves.

Especially the boss, who is so cheap, opened his mouth, and said to An Ying, "It's delicious, baby, let's have another bite, ah——

He and Bing Yu looked at the crowd in disbelief.

at this time.

The corners of Tian Junhao's eyes twitched slightly, a little cold: "Don't waste it, my woman made it, you dare to vomit?"

After finishing speaking, continue to take one bite at a time, and open your mouth to let An Ying continue to feed him.

"That's right. It's rare for someone to cook in person. A good heart is treated like a donkey's liver and lungs. If it doesn't taste good, why do Sister Nightingale and Brother Lingyin eat so deliciously?"

Xiaoyan glanced at Nightingale and Lingyin secretly, and they really lowered their heads, eating with gusto.

"An Ying—" Bing Yu looked at An Ying beggingly, her face turned pale.

"What's the matter?" An Ying blinked.

"Isn't it delicious?" Tian Junhao glared at her, with such an appetite?

It's rare for his woman to cook a delicious steak, and she has a talent for cooking, but this group of people is not allowed to kill her any longer.

Bing Yu felt a chilly sharp arrow shoot towards him.

She lowered her head and tried to squeeze out a word: "No."

"Since it's not, then eat it all and leave nothing behind."

Tian Junhao directly interpreted Bing Yu's "not tasty" as "it's not bad", and a dying struggle flashed in Bing Yu's eyes. [

Then, with an expression like being on the guillotine, he picked up the knife and fork again, slowly cut the meat, and delivered it to his mouth with difficulty.

Seeing her, Xiaoyan, and Huashen burying their heads in eating the steak she made with her own hands, An Ying smirked in her heart, hum, let you all unite to bully me.

In fact, she made those three dishes with her own hands, while what the others ate was made by a real chef.