My Immortal Big Missy Chapter 272: Fang Beibei cook out

The car drove at the school, found a parking space and pulled over. Yang Guo was not in a hurry to get out of the car. He picked up the phone, turned out the Song Zhiwen number and called him. www..

"Hello? Ask me to do it?" Song Zhiwen said with a weird voice, "If you are not at home and have no food, you still want to find me?"

"Don't be nonsense, help me find someone." Yang Guo said, "Don't you have a lot of posts in the public security system? Help me find a person who called Eunjun a car, just ask him to have his current address."

"What's the car?" Song Zhiwen was holding the phone around his neck, flipping his hands on the coffee table and the table, and finally found the paper and pen, "Speak slowly."

"Che Eunjun, the car of the car, lives up to Eunze, handsome Jun." Yang Guo explained to Song Zhiwen word by word.

"Who's here?" Song Zhiwen murmured as he wrote, "He seems to have a bad temper. Did he offend you? Or did he not get to your car?"

"No," Yang Guo paused and explained to Song Zhiwen, "I suspect that he has something to do with Xueqing becoming the way it is now."

"What's the matter?" Song Zhiwen jumped up, leaned in front of the phone, and asked in a low voice, "The man that Duan Xueqing was looking for? So I ignored us?"

Where is „Ah?? "Yang Guo was taken aback, and said dumbfoundedly, "It's not the case, he may be the one who followed and took pictures of me, so I looked for him! "Yang Guo hesitated, and simply told Song Zhiwen what happened.

"I'll just talk about you!" Song Zhiwen said in a haunting voice this time, "The girl who said Duan Xueqing is interesting to you, you still deny that she is jealous when she is hooking up outside now!"

"What is hooking?" Yang Guo leaned his head on the backrest of the driver's seat, rolled his eyes, and said, "That's also a friend of mine. Also, at Xueqing, you also help me figure out a solution, I really Treat her as a good friend, she is like this, I don’t know how to get along!"

"This is really a headache." Song Zhiwen also scratched his head, his eyes rolled, and he said, "Why don't you bribe me with something delicious? I haven't eaten yet! Maybe, eat. Inspiration comes when you are full!"

"Call a takeaway. Pizza Hut takeaway phone number xxxxxx8. Just three eights, 88.8. It's delicious to take home." Yang Guo casually compiled a row of numbers and laughed, "Okay, you are free to help I’ll check the address of this guy and help me figure out how to deal with this matter. I’m not going back today."

"Not coming back? Are you really hiding in the golden house?" Song Zhiwen said twice, and there was a busy beep on the phone, and he whispered, "I'll wipe it, okay, sir I’m hungry again."

Back to the apartment, Yang Guo just opened the door and heard the happy singing of Fang Beibei, but there was something under the feet. Looking down, Jinzi's small head was squeezed out from under the door frame. Yang Guo rubbed its head and took it off. The shoes came in.

It is estimated that the fire was a little loud. She didn't notice that Yang Guo opened the door. Yang Guo accidentally saw her humming while pouting her **** and twisting left and right.

"Haha!" Yang Guo couldn't help laughing.

"Papa!" At first, Qiqi was still intoxicated by Fang Beibei's singing. Hearing his father's laughter, he pushed the baby walker to his father.

"Uncle!" Fang Beibei raised his head and exclaimed in shame and annoyance, "Why are you silent when you come back?"

Yang Guo took her daughter out of the baby walker, raised her small hand, and smiled: "I promise, I don't see anything! What electric hip dance? What kind of twisting? Those are hallucinations, hallucinations!"

"You still said!" Fang Beibei stomped his feet with a frown, and groaned dissatisfiedly.

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about it." Yang Guo finally suppressed a smile and said, "Let me see, what have you cooked?"

Yang Guo walked into the kitchen holding Qiqi and looked into the pot from a few plates of fried dishes next to the stove, and counted: "Celery tofu, cucumber and carrot corn kernels, um, not bad, very beautiful, tomatoes Scrambled eggs..."

He suddenly raised his head and asked in confusion: "Why are they all vegetarian? What about meat?"

"Hey!" Fang Beibei blinked, then puffed into the hot pot and said, "Egg, isn't this just meat dishes?"

Yang Guo's face is green, and they are all vegetarian dishes. What do you mean by eggs and meat dishes? Let the eggs roll out of the meat dish world! For a carnivore like him, it is simply unpleasant. Can you still eat this meal?

"Okay..." Fang Beibei finally lowered his head and said ashamed, being stared at by Yang Guo, "I ran out of meat yesterday and forgot to buy it."

Forgetting to buy, it’s better than Duan Xueqing. Duan Xueqing seldom eats greasy dishes, even the meat rarely moves, so it can almost be regarded as a vegetarian! Yang Guo did not continue to ask for full reproach, he comforted: "It doesn't matter, a meal without meat is not a big deal, I think your fried dishes are very delicious! Today must be an appetite."

"Really?" Fang Beibei asked happily. She picked up a small spoon, scooped up a spoonful of carrot corn kernels, raised her hand to Yang Guo, and said, "Try it."

Yang Guo lowered his head, leaned over to eat the food in the spoon, tasted it, nodded and praised: "It's delicious, it tastes good."

"Really?" Fang Beibei looked at Yang Guo with wide eyes and asked.

"Really!" Yang Guo laughed. He is not talking nonsense with his eyes open. The dishes fried by Fang Beibei are not very good, but the color and taste are still acceptable, which already meets the standards of home cooking.

"And the dishes are so beautifully fried. It took a lot of effort to dice the carrots, right?" Yang Guo asked Qiqi in his arms. Qiqi looked at Fang Beibei expectantly with her mouth open. She also wanted to taste it, but Fang Beibei didn't give her. Qiqi is too small, so where would you eat these things.

"Um~IndoMTL.com~It's very troublesome." After receiving the praise, Fang Beibei said excitedly, "I learned the recipe from my mother! I added some oyster sauce, hehe."

"Stay harder. But, that," Yang Guo reminded, "Tomato scrambled eggs can be out of the pot, and if you continue to fry them, the juice will be dry."

"Oh oh! I blame you, I have been talking to me." Fang Beibei quickly turned off the heat, and hurriedly poured the dishes in the pot into the clean dishes next to it, "Don't stand there and talk coldly, and help quickly Wash the dishes, the rice is cooked, you can eat it right away!"

Yang Guo smiled, put the Qiqi, which was struggling and wanted to play with Jinzi, back into the baby walker, rolled up his sleeves, and went back to the kitchen to help.

The kitchen was filled with thin white smoke. The stove fire had just been extinguished, and the surrounding temperature was still very warm. Neither Yang Guo nor Fang Beibei spoke any more, only the sound of splashing water and the clash of Qingyue pots and spoons. Playing in the kitchen is like a nice folk song, lingering and intoxicating...

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