The reason why Qin Huan came here was that he couldn't hold back his saliva and was afraid of drowning his tent.

Sitting on the table at this time, of course, you don't have to pretend to cover it up. Just pick up the chopsticks and eat them.

Dish entrance

Hiss, delicious, delicious!

Really, we can't find any other adjectives. There's no one else in the craft.

After living for so many years, Qin Huan met for the first time a cook who could cook so delicious food.

However, he thought that these cooks were the roots of two trees, which was somewhat strange in his mind.

Forget it. I don't want to think too much. Delicious food is in front of me. Let's eat it!

On the opposite side, the flesh slightly rolled a white eye, a pair of you this did not see the face of the mouth, really very funny expression.

Mention chopsticks, she casually tasted a few, put down chopsticks to pick up a "wine fruit", poke, drink slowly.

A gust of wind rolled the remnant cloud. When Qin Huan was comfortably burping and patting his stomach, the table was in a mess.

"Hum!"

There was a laugh on the opposite side. Qin Huan just didn't hear it. He picked up the wine and had a kind of learning. He would drink it as soon as he poked his finger and looked up.

Tut Tut, this life, cool!