Hilarious Xiuxian Meng fox is not allowed to escape

Chapter 2596 Complaint
Seeing that he couldn't escape, Shuang Zhao could only wrinkle his face and put a little chicken chop into his mouth.

"...Ouch, why is it bitter!" Sure enough, it was still so unpalatable that I wanted to vomit.

"Yeah, it looks like it failed again." Mo Siyuan waved his hand and threw the chicken chop into the trash can, still refusing to taste it himself.He got up and said, "Then elder brother will make something else for you to try next time."

After that, the people left.

Shuangzhao was distressed, and Shuangzhao wanted to complain to his mother.

"Huh?" At that time, Baobao An was learning how to weave in Xiaoshayu, when he heard Lanhu come to report that Er'er had come.Immediately afterwards, the little guy was heard crying, um, Shuang Zhao cleverly turned into a fox, begging for mercy.

Luo Anan kneaded the soft and furry black fat fox, and nodded seriously: "Well, I'm all skinny, it seems that your brother has done too much."

"Exactly!" Shuang Zhao whimpered and turned over, begging to touch her belly.

"Don't worry, mother will talk about him well." A certain one had a serious face, but in fact, he was so happy to lick the fox in his heart!Sure enough, the chubby Er'er feels the best when smashed. As for those two, he won't let himself masturbate at all!

Only Shuang Zhaoren, who is stupid and sweet, will let himself be kneaded.

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If you brush someone's hair, you will naturally have to do things for them.

Two days later, An Baobao called the eldest son over, and said softly: "No shame, quickly try the snacks that mother made for you. You child, you have not come to see mother for a long time, so I have to ask someone to invite you in person." come over."

Although I felt that my mother should have bad intentions for calling me suddenly, but after hearing Luo An'an's words, there was still a sense of guilt in Wushu's heart: "It's my son who has neglected his mother too much recently."

"That's all, these are trivial things." A certain smile greeted Shuaier and sat down: "Your brother came to me two days ago and said that you made him some food? What did you do? Let mother taste it too." taste."

What a joke, Mo Siyuan knows that the food he makes is unpalatable, even the one who is not picky like Wu Xiang can't eat it, so how can he give it to his mother?So he lied without changing his expression: "It's nothing, I made some random things, and if my mother eats them up, my stomach will be bad."

Hearing this, a certain one was speechless: "You know that the food may spoil your stomach, but you still let your brother eat it?"

"...Actually, it's not to that extent."

"..."

Luo Anan sighed helplessly: "No shame, mother knows why you did this. But have you ever thought about it, our Shuang Zhao is not smart in the first place, and if you still tease him like this, aren't you afraid that he will become more stupid? Shuang Zhao I don't have any opinion on who I like, and you are too anxious."

When this topic was mentioned, Wushu snorted coldly: "It will be too late to take precautions after the fact. Shi Yushu is a mere mortal, and he wants to cheat Shuang Zhao away by relying on his cooking skills. There is no way!"

Seeing that the eldest son was stubborn, a certain one just snorted a few times and messed up his hair, and finally looked at the son with the dull hair in satisfaction and said: "Son, you just looked down on the teacher's jade book. It's exactly the same as your grandfather's reaction when he knew I was with your father!"

"How can Shi Yushu compare with his father!" Seeing that his hair was messed up, Wu Shi simply turned into a fox form, and nimbly jumped to the side of the bed to rest lazily.

"...Anyway, don't cook for your younger brother." A certain one said solemnly: "Next time, you will eat all the things you cook."

"Lolo, the fish soup is ready."

At this moment, Mo Jiuxiao walked in with a food box, and cast a contemptuous glance at his eldest son.

He's heard it all, the eldest son can't even cook well, he's a waste.

(End of this chapter)