Chapter 206

Ning Shibai pointed to the belly against the chin and looked at this sexy handsome man, and he was pulled into a mass of numbness in his heart.

Allergic to chicken, so far, have not heard of people allergic to chicken.

It seems hard for him to come up with such a reason.

Gan Yu Ke said with a smile, "Shibai, I'm sorry that you and Zhan have been busy for so long inviting us to have soup."

Ning Shibai's lips were raised and her pretty eyebrows were bent. "It's not that Mr. Ke just came back from abroad to meet him. He wants to cook himself. If he doesn't like to drink, it's OK."

It's nothing. If you don't drink it, the beam will end here!

Ke Feiyu said with a smile: "I know Shibai's heart. When I'm finished, I'll invite you and Sanlang to my home and I'll cook."

"That's great. I'll definitely go then. Mr. Ke cooks himself. How can I not eat it myself?" Ning Shibai is innocent and innocent.

The subtext is: you don't drink the soup I stew today, and I won't eat the dishes you cook another day.

Look, when you cook, I say I have to eat it myself. Do you want to give face to my stewed soup?

Ke Feiyu's intelligence quotient is not low. How can he not hear such official words.

It's just

Why does Ning Shibai insist on letting him drink soup?

That's strange!

It is reasonable to say that if such a beautiful woman makes soup, he really should give face to taste it, but the chicken porridge is really hard to swallow.

God, can God give him a chance to escape!

Just as he called, the doorbell rang.

It's a gift!

He quickly got up, "I'll open the door."

Almost did not ask, he pressed the unlock key, put his rescuer in.

In the dining room.

Ning Shibai stares at Gan Yuke, eyes: it seems to fail.

Sweet language Ke red lips a pursed: Yes, how to do?

Just at this time, Gan Yuke looked at Ning Shibai's back, her eyes with smoke suddenly lit up, and quickly got up respectfully: "Mr. Zhan."

Zhan Fenglie's household clothes, even if it was like this, could not lower his cool air, especially his thin lips, clear lines all showed his cool.

Zhan Fengli didn't give her a sight. He walked to Ning Shibai and sat down at the dining table.

After sitting down, the silent eyes fell on the pot of white flowers with transparent texture of chicken porridge.

Then he fell down on the table, picked up the spoon and studied it carefully.

"How does this porridge taste?"

Ning Shibai glanced at Ke Feiyu, who had come by, and looked at Zhan Fenglie with a gentle smile: "of course, it's delicious, but the water may be less."

Zhan Fenglie picked up the bowl in front of her, carefully scooped a bowl and put it in front of her, "try it."

Ning Shibai laughs bitterly. There is something wrong with the soup. After Zhan Feng returns to her bedroom, she adds some more ingredients. How can she drink it.

She pushed him in front of him, smiling warmly: "you are not polite, you have to treat the guests to drink first."

Zhan Fengli's slender finger turned the bowl of soup back to Ning Shibai's face, and his voice was so low that there was no human temperature: "let you test the poison."

"Poof."

Ke Feiyu really couldn't help laughing.

Or Zhan Sanlang!

Ning Shibai looks at Ke Feiyu, who is smiling. Ke Feiyu meets his cold eyes, and his smile stops instantly.

"You suspect me of poisoning the soup?"

It's really shameful for Tang to stew like this. If Zhan Fengli didn't want her to be the master, how could he be difficult to ride a tiger.

Ning Shibai stares at Zhan Fengli, and Daimei twists, "this is a soup made strictly according to your material selection and under your personal guidance. It's not bad at all. Even wolfberry is given strictly according to the quantity you give."

When it comes to wolfberry, Ning Shibai suddenly thinks of something, and his eyes suddenly light up, "Oh... I know! You said put 48 wolfberry, that's why this good soup turned into porridge

Zhan Fengli stares at this one and keeps talking. He is silent.

It doesn't matter if you can't cook. You can't give birth to a baby when you take it out. How can life be so difficult.

Thanks to her ability to think of binding Ke Feiyu with a child, why didn't she think of binding him with a child.

Ke Feiyu looked at Zhan Fenglie and Ning Shibai. He turned his eyes and said with a smile: "in fact, the soup is so thick, it's not medlar, it's Yam..."

"It's medlar! How come it's not medlar! "

Ke Feiyu's words had not spoken, Ning Shibai interrupted him.

"At that time, when he asked me to count forty-eight medlar and put them in, my heart was resisting. Forty eight is so unlucky. Four eight, die, die. Look, this soup really did what he said and stewed to death! A pot of dead silence, stir all stir not live

"Keke"

Women's ability to slander and shirk responsibility is really a global unity.

Even Zhan Feng's women are no exception!

Anyway, he is a good man who is considerate of women. He doesn't fight with this beautiful woman with such a cloud of temperament and dark heart.

Ke Feiyu bowed his eyes and nodded in favor: "it's the 48 wolfberry fruits that are harmful to us! Shibai is right. The good doesn't work. The bad must work! "

Zhan Fengli stares at the pot of chicken porridge, and his deep eyes are filled with complicated light.

Even if it doesn't taste good, it's not as thick as this. It's really the first time I've seen soup cooked into atherosclerosis.

Looking up at Ke Feiyu sitting opposite

Ke Feiyu felt that two cold lights were shining towards him. He could not help shaking his body. He subconsciously looked at Zhan Fengli, and saw that he pushed the bowl of soup in front of him with two fingers.

"Feiyu, try it. Maybe this chicken porridge will open up a new era of soup."

Sweet language Ke just silent down of Mou Guang immediately bright.

Wow, Mr. Zhan said something. There's a play!

Ke Feiyu looked at the bowl of white chicken porridge in front of him, his eyes were straight.

Obviously, the yam is put too much, resulting in the thickening of the yam. If you take this bite, you will really vomit.

Staring for only two seconds, he straightened up, touched his stomach and laughed calmly: "this pot of chicken porridge can definitely take the first place in the soup industry. However, I'm full, and I can't eat any more. Recently, I've gained two pounds, and I've been fasting for dinner. You don't have to worry about me."

……

"Come on, be careful, be careful. Don't spill the soup. It's flat. Yeah, be careful."

Secretary Li's voice suddenly came from the door.

After a while, he led two men dressed in white chef's clothes to lift up the food cart and come in, all of them with special food masks on their faces.

Secretary Li folded his hands and put them on his abdomen. He bent slightly at the table and saluted: "good evening, young master, Xiao Bai, Mr. Ke, and the beautiful lady. Here's your big dinner."

"Wow..." when Ning Shibai saw the delicious food, he was in full bloom.

After tossing about for an hour or two, Ke Feiyu's soup failed to persuade her to go in and made her hungry.

If you don't know what's in the soup, you'd like to take out the chicken pieces and chew them off.

When all the delicious dishes were put on the table, the shame soup was also forgotten by her.

She picked up the chopsticks and handed them to Gan Yuke: "Yuke, help yourself. You're welcome."

There is Zhan fengsha on the dining table, and the whole air is so dignified. Gan Yuke sits at the dining table, stiff all over, his head is wooden, and he doesn't know what to say.

Ning Shibai picked up the chopsticks in front of him to pick up the dishes for GaN Yuke, and then looked at Ke Feiyu, "Feiyu, you are too full to eat, so I won't embarrass you."