Princess, stop being a demon

Chapter 697 701. Two people who made a joke
Mu Lingge finally burst into laughter: "Qifeng, Wen Yan, you really entertained the public!"

The two were at a loss for words. Whether this was a compliment or a compliment—let’s take it as a compliment—speaking of which, they really couldn’t bear to make these two lion heads into dishes.

Seeing that the big baby finally smiled, Chi You, the God of Killing, felt more or less relieved, it was good to just smile, and a smile meant that there would be more effects when the main course was served—it seems that Wen Yan and Qi Feng These two are indeed too appetizing!
That Wen Rufeng's smile lost all image, Mu Lingge was also trembling with laughter on the seat, Yetong looked at her tenderly, and patted her on the back lightly at the right time to prevent her from laughing. Can't breathe.

However, Mao Maotong speaks without restraint, but hits the nail on the head: "Uncle Qifeng is so stupid, the ingredients of the braised lion's head are not lion's head, but pork and eggs! Isn't it Mommy, isn't Mao Mao very smart?"

Mu Lingge couldn't stop laughing: "Maomao is so smart! She is indeed Mommy's baby!"

It wasn't until this moment that Qifeng and Wen Yan realized what a big joke they had made. Dang even blushed and couldn't stand for a few seconds before running away, and behind him, the laughter that filled the room became even more unscrupulous !

Enough laughing, enough trouble, the great Lord Killing God flicked up his sleeves, and soon got into the kitchen to show his skills, and Wen Rufeng, the former top chef, naturally wanted to accompany the two sides, so he came from the kitchen From time to time, the sound of two people talking enthusiastically can be heard.

Although Mu Linge had always maintained a nonchalant look, the eyes she cast towards the kitchen from time to time really betrayed her eagerness.

"Maomao, do you want to know how braised lion heads are made?" Yetong gently rubbed Maomao's hair, lowered his head and blinked.

Mao Mao is so smart, his big eyes only rolled around twice, then he eagerly got up and shook Mu Lingge's hand, and made a coquettish voice in a drawn-out voice: "Mommy, Mao Mao is going to see it! Mommy, Mao Mao is going Look!"

She straightened her face: "Let your daddy carry you there!"

"No, no, Mao Mao wants to be hugged by Mommy! Mao Mao wants to be hugged by Mommy!"

"Hitomi, Maomao is in your hands."

"Hey..." The corners of Mao Mao's mouth twitched, "Mommy doesn't love Mao Mao anymore! Hey..."

Mu Linge gave Yetong a hard look, and then softened instantly: "Mummy loves Mao Mao, Mommy loves Mao Mao the most! Mommy doesn't love Daddy, but only loves Mao Mao, okay?!"

Yetong was in a hurry, and blinked at Maomao in no hurry, but Maomao just pretended not to see it at this time, and ignored it directly. In front of Yetong's black and black face, Maomao replied loudly: "Okay! Mommy doesn't love you!" Daddy, Mommy only loves Mao Mao!"

The two mothers and daughters went to the kitchen lovingly, and Yetong wanted to cry without tears: Mao Mao, you little traitor!
In the kitchen, that familiar figure shuttled back and forth incessantly, and Wen Rufeng accompanied him, shaking hands while listening to Chi You's babbling.At this time, there was no smoking machine, and the smell of oily fumes permeated the room, and that mountain-like figure would disappear for a while, and reappear for a while, sometimes false and sometimes real.

Mu Linge's heart moved, and the two words choked in his throat poured out at this moment: "Dad!"

Chi You's body froze, thinking that he had hallucinations and auditory hallucinations due to the too much oily smoke in the room, he raised his eyebrows in self-deprecating manner, lowered his head and continued to wave the spatula in his hand.

(End of this chapter)