Lin Shao's prodigal daughter-in-law

Chapter 507 Poor Han Xiayang

Han Xiayang stared at Young Master Lin who came out of the kitchen with a plate in disbelief, with a look on his face that I heard right.

Beside him, there are two faces watching the show.

And Lin Mubai, who put the plate on the dining table, immediately uttered a sentence, which verified the thoughts in his heart: "You heard me right, what I said is also true, you can stay for dinner, you can do it yourself."

In the living room, there was a burst of screams like killing a pig: "Can Lin Mubai still play happily? How can you do this?"

"Why can't I?"

"you.."

Well, he was speechless. In an instant, he cast his help-seeking eyes on Annan, who shrugged innocently: "I'm sorry, I can't do anything about it. You know that man's temper. It means doing what you say." The hidden meaning is that there is nothing I can do about it.

After the words fell, Annan quickly gave his son a wink, and the two rushed to the dining table, sat down obediently, and waited for someone to feed him.

Lin Mubai quickly brought up all the dishes, and greeted his wife and little guy to eat without looking at the people on the sofa from the beginning to the end. Han Xiayang had to accept the reality and walked into the kitchen obediently.

But after walking in, he was even more dumbfounded.

How could he cook, not even the next noodle, he was helpless in the kitchen for a long time, and then he saw the white rice in the rice cooker, and he had an idea in his heart.

He wanted to sit in front of that family with a bowl of white rice, but he couldn't believe that they would be so cruel, just let themselves eat white rice, and didn't give food. Soon, Han Xiayang realized one thing, This family is ruthless.

"Wow, this braised pork ribs look delicious."

"Wow, this braised fish looks delicious too. I haven't eaten fish for a long time."

"Also, and this, this all looks delicious."

At the whole dining table, Han Xiayang was performing alone. He pitifully put the white rice into his mouth, and kept talking in his mouth.

Finally someone got impatient.

Lin Mubai put his chopsticks on the night with a stern face, glared coldly at someone opposite, and said word by word: "If you don't want to eat white rice, go out now."

"No, no, I'll eat, I'll eat." Huh, white rice is better than nothing.

At the end of the meal, the expression on Han Xiayang's face became more and more bitter.

Annan finally couldn't bear to watch it anymore, she found an excuse to dismiss someone: "Xiaobai, it's a bit cold, you can go to the closet in the room and bring my red coat, okay?"

Lin Mubai didn't understand the calculations in his wife's heart, so he gave someone a warning look, then stood up and walked towards the master bedroom, but as soon as his back disappeared, two pairs of chopsticks quickly put the vegetables into Han Xiayang's bowl Putting it away, Annan held onto it even more, and kept an eye on the movement in the room.

"Xia Yang, hurry up, hurry up and eat on the balcony."

"Okay, right now, right now."

On the balcony, Han Xiayang gobbled it up as if he had been hungry for ten lifetimes. At the same time, he was about to cry from the bottom of his heart, woo woo woo, why is he so pitiful, eating a la carte like a thief, but I have to admit, Young Master Lin's craftsmanship is really good, and it's worth it to be able to brag to those people tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)