Chapter 77： Cher's cooking is delicious

"Grandma, you heard it too. My cousin said that you started fighting against Wu first. I didn't want to say something, but today you are fighting against Wu, so it's fine if I don't care about you. You have a face. Come here to make a claim!" Han Yingxue snorted coldly.

"You, you, you..." Mrs. Han shook her hands angrily and said, "What if I beat Ying Wu, I am Ying Wu's mother. But this stinky boy beat me, why can't I come to claim?"

Han Yingxue spit, "Okay, don't talk nonsense with me, we won't pay for this money, and, milk, I'll talk about it first, you beat Yingwu today, I won't talk to you. Forget it, if you do this next time, don't blame me for being rude!"

Han Yingxue gritted his teeth and said with a cold face.

Mrs. Han shivered a bit at Han Yingxue's penetrating eyes. Then he scolded and left.

Han Yingxue turned back and found that Zhao Qishan was looking at her.

His good-looking eyes looked at her with some concentration.

"Why are you looking at me?" Han Yingxue glared at him and got into the room.

"Hehe..." Zhao Qishan laughed and followed Han Yingxue into the room.

Lunch is not ready yet, looking at the red palm print on Zhao Qishan's face, Han Yingxue intends to stew the pheasant, as compensation for him.

The pheasant was quickly plucked and cleaned. Han Yingxue put the pheasant into the pot and simmered.

I used this time to fry two more pots of green vegetables and cook a pot of rice. When the rice is cooked, the chicken soup is also cooked.

The family brought the food to the table, and Han Yingxue first went to deliver a large bowl of chicken soup and chicken to Zhao.

One chicken leg was also given to Zhao, and the other was thrown into Zhao Qishan's bowl.

The kitchen was overflowing with the smell of chicken soup.

Han Yingxia, Han Yingwen and Han Yingwu couldn't help but sniff, it smelled so good.

"This, give it to Yingwu!" Zhao Qishan smiled and put the chicken leg into Han Yingwu's bowl.

Han Yingwu looked up at Han Yingxue, wondering if he wanted to accept this chicken leg.

Han Yingxue glanced at Zhao Qishan, suspicious in his heart, isn't this guy a rice bucket, why is he willing to give up good things?

Facing the scrutinizing eyes cast by Han Yingxue, the corner of Zhao Qishan's mouth rose, revealing a good-looking smile. Han Yingxue stroked his forehead, feeling seduced by the handsome man in front of him again.

After secretly scolding himself for being unpromising, he heard Zhao Qishan say: "Ying Wu's face is seriously injured, he should make up for it."

Isn't his face hurt more?

Several people stopped their chopsticks and looked at Zhao Qishan's face.

Han Yingwu lowered his head and gave Zhao Qishan the chicken leg in his bowl. Whispered: "Cousin, it's up to you to eat!"

"It's fine. You eat what you eat!" Zhao Qishan declined.

"Ying Wu, if you want to eat it, you can eat it!" Han Yingxue spoke. Han Yingwu obediently did not move the chicken drumsticks in the bowl. Glancing at Zhao Qishan, he hesitated for a long time before taking a bite on the chicken leg.

"Why don't you eat, eat, eat!" Han Yingxue urged.

A few younger siblings moved their chopsticks and ate with their heads down.

Why does it feel weird? What's so strange and can't tell!

The chicken soup is delicious and delicious, and the freshly picked green vegetables are also crunchy and delicious.

Several younger siblings ate very happily.

Since the separation, the day has been getting better and better. Meat is eaten almost every day these days.

"Xue'er, your dishes are so delicious!" After eating five bowls of white rice, Zhao Qishan picked up the handkerchief and wiped his mouth, which seemed to have some aftertaste.

Seeing the clean dishes on the table, Han Yingxue rolled his eyes, really edible!