Chapter 811 Roasted Sweet Potatoes

Hearing Peng Yu's answer, Ye Qingqing didn't know what to say.

No matter what, I feel that Peng Yu's painting style has changed a bit quickly, and he is really a little incapable of accepting it.

Fortunately, Jin Jiu was on the sidelines to solve the confusion in time, and Ye Qingqing finally understood why Peng Yu looked so depressed.

It turned out that after Peng Yu left confidently, he asked Wu Zuo to check everyone in the Deng family one by one, only to find that they all had reactions after taking the Mongolian sweat medicine.

This means that they were all in a coma last night.

They are all in a coma, so how could they kill someone?

The inspection he asked Wu to do not only failed to find out who killed the murderer, but also created an alibi for everyone in the Deng family.

Looking at the depressed Peng Yu, Ye Qingqing didn't know what to say to comfort her.

After thinking for a long time, there was nothing to say, so I could only silently shut my mouth.

Ye Ying got up and went to the kitchen when she heard that Peng Yu was here to eat.

Fortunately, before Ye Damao went out, Ye Ying had already asked him to buy some meat, otherwise, he would only be able to eat radishes and cabbage for lunch.

I just brought this from home, thinking that I still need to buy vegetables in the county, so it would be more convenient to bring some myself.

Jin Xueqing is a small person who doesn't know how to feel sad. She saw an unknown person in the room staring at Peng Yu without blinking. Peng Yu, who was looking straight at him, felt the burning gaze and turned his head, so he giggled. stand up.

The time Peng Yu came here before, Ye Ying saw them talking about the case, so she carried Jin Xueqing and went to the back room. Peng Yu was preoccupied at the time, so she didn't notice Jin Xueqing.

Therefore, this was the first time Peng Yu saw Jin Xueqing.

Looking at Jin Xueqing's pink and tender appearance, her brows and eyes were even more crooked when she smiled, and Peng Yu's brows stretched a lot.

"What's the name of this little girl?" Peng Yu asked with great interest.

Jin Jiu glanced at him, "Little Xueer."

A smile appeared on Peng Yu's face when he heard this, and he nodded again and again, "That's a good name, and it suits her well. It's pink and tender, doesn't it just look like a snow dumpling?"

Saying this in his mouth, Peng Yu couldn't help rubbing his hands again and again.

Looking at him like that, it was obvious that he wanted to hug Jin Xueqing, but he didn't know why, and he didn't say anything about hugging in the end.

Seeing this, Jin Jiu simply acted as if he didn't notice it, and didn't say anything about letting him hug him.

Ye Qingqing also felt that Peng Yu's mood seemed a little depressed, so she didn't speak.

There is a strange thing in my heart.

It stands to reason that Peng Yu is about thirty years old, and his son should be in his teens, but looking at him like this, he doesn't look like a family man.

Thinking that this was a private matter, Ye Qingqing just put her doubts in her heart and didn't ask aloud.

Peng Yu quickly adjusted his emotions and fell into deep thought again.

Seeing that his hands were lowered, his eyes were empty and he didn't know what he was thinking, Ye Qingqing took Jin Xueqing from Jin Jiu's hand and went to find Ye Ying in the kitchen.

Holding Jin Xueqing can't cook, but she can still help to light the fire.

When they arrived in the kitchen, Ye Qingqing saw Ye Ying busy. She sat down in front of the stove, and saw a few long, thin sweet potatoes lying on the side, and buried them in the bottom of the stove.

When the meal is ready, the sweet potatoes will naturally be baked.

Thinking of the delicious sweet potatoes, Ye Qingqing smiled happily.

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