Anyang sat on the sofa and poured a cup of tea.

Just as he was about to drink, his light saw An You opposite him staring at him and frowning through the mouth of the cup.

"The substances contained in tea will affect the digestion of the stomach and will also prevent the body from absorbing trace elements such as iron. It is said that a considerable number of anemia patients have a history of drinking tea all year round, so it is best not to drink tea two hours before and after meals... Put down the cup!"

"..." An Yang took a sip, and then looked at her, "You have been stunned for so long. Have you gone to check the Baidu Encyclopedia in your mind?"

"I have such a profound knowledge of the goddess! You can still drink it!"

"It's all brewed, so I don't drink it and waste it. This is tribute tea."

"There are no tribute tea in this era that is not a tribute tea. They are all slogans made by unscrupulous merchants, specifically used to cheat idiots like you who are stupid and have a lot of money!" An You said disdainfully, then paused and took a breath, "But this tea is quite fragrant. It should be green tea or something. You can keep it for me to put a cup later and take it to school to drink. It's also very hot this summer, and it's clear and hot."

"..." An Yang was speechless and put down the cup that he had taken a sip with unwillingness. "I want to say that girls can't drink tea when they have their menstrual period, especially green tea."

An You's face turned slightly red and she glared at him.

The old god Anyang was sitting there, and suddenly a crisp sound came from the kitchen, which surprised them.

"What's wrong! The plate...is the plate broken?" An You stared at the kitchen with wide eyes.

"Don't worry, don't look over there." Anyang said quickly, "Fellow Daoist Huang Lan's self-esteem is so strong that you can't imagine. Don't mention this later. We just pretend that it didn't hear it at all."

"Forehead……"

An You indeed lowered his head and pretended to play with his cell phone, but Yu Guang could see Huang Lan in the kitchen seemingly looking at the living room.

Anyang cleared his throat and asked slowly, "When will you go to class?"

"The second major class in the afternoon seems to be at four o'clock, and I will start from here after three o'clock." An You forced herself to refuse to respond to Huang Lan's repeated gazes, and said a little awkwardly, "It's only less than two o'clock now..."

Before she could finish her words, there was another crisp cracking sound.

Anyang's mouth twitched: "That's a porcelain produced by the imperial official kiln!"

"Ah? What are you muttering alone?" An You forced a breakup and felt the gaze that Huang Lan cast, as if she was a little guilty and tiptoed.

"No... nothing." An Yang covered his face.

"Crack..."

Finally, Xiao Xueer couldn't help but stand up and whispered: "I'll help Sister Huang Lan, otherwise I won't even have vegetables tonight."

"Okay." An Yang covered his face and said.

"I'll go too." An You stood up and followed Xiao Xueer.

When they walked to the kitchen door, they were stunned.

Xiaochan was standing at a loss on the small stool next to her, looking at Huang Lan next to her. Huang Lan was wearing the apron with a large Pattaya star pattern on the front that Anyang had worn before. Her plump breasts supported the apron in a considerable curve, and the curve of the waist contracted sharply inward. Below were a pair of long legs with exaggerated proportions. She was holding a plate in her hand and rinsed under the faucet.

"Click..."

She actually made a gap in the plate!!

An You and Xiao Xueer were stunned and looked at each other, and a question arose in their hearts: Are the plates in Anyang home made of some kind of white chocolate or mint?

Huang Lan found them and couldn't help but turn her head, holding the missing plate in one hand and pinching the missing piece with the other hand, looking embarrassed: "Uh, maybe... the force used is a little bit bigger, this... is really too unsolid."

“…”

After a moment, Huang Lan walked out dejectedly.

She had taken off her apron, looked at Anyang helplessly, sat next to him, and sighed: "Fellow Daoist Anyang, isn't this king useless?"

"Why tell the truth like this?"

"Because I can't even do small things like washing dishes well, I always thought that washing dishes was very simple."

"Yes, it's really simple."

"But I can't do it well." Huang Lan's face was full of helpless and frustrated expression, and her tone was depressed, "Just like this, Sister Xiaoqian still entrusts you to me. I won't do anything well, right?"

"It's very likely. So I've said it a long time ago. I don't need your care at all. At most, let Xiaochan do something that the maid can do!"

"Hey!!" Huang Lan instantly shook her lowered, looked at him with a bad face, and raised her voice, "I finally made this gesture. Did you ask you to say this? I am looking for your comfort! I think you are good at comforting your sister! Even if you don't say that, just say a few words casually and don't be discouraged, I will accept it!"

"Oh, that's it." Anyang pondered for a moment, raised his head and said, "The world is like a super-large machine. Before the rules were destroyed and passed, each of us was a part inside, and each of us had its own function, which was destined long ago. So every race has its own unique places that are good at and places that are not good at. Fellow Daoist Huang Lan, you are the king of all beasts, why do you have to force yourself to do this kind of dishwashing work? You see, even if you don't wash, there will naturally be people who are good at washing dishes, just like those two. And the places you are good at are also unattainable."

"It makes sense! So I should order the beasts instead of doing such small things that can't even use force!"

"Yes!"

"But there are no groups of beasts here..."

“Everyone is good at more than one thing.”

"What else can I do? Is there anything I'm good at but those two are not good at?" Huang Lan seemed to be impatient to hear words from Anyang that could prove her worth, but after a pause, she added, "Besides fighting, except for eating..."

"For example, your hunting skills are something that many rich second generations can't practice in scenic spots if they have something to do!"

"That's true!" Huang Lan said proudly.

"If Fellow Daoist Huang Lan, you go to the back mountain to catch rats, I think the two in the kitchen will definitely look at you with admiration and throw away the fact that you can't even wash the bowl!" An Yang suggested, "If you go now, maybe you can catch the rats before they wash the dishes, and then put the rats neatly in a row..."

Anyang stopped talking when Huang Lan reached out to cover her mouth, so as not to make a hunch, and stared at Huang Lan who was gritting her teeth beside her.

"Fellow Daoist Anyang! I'm sorry I treat you as a comrade. I didn't expect you to trample on the majesty of the king!" Huang Lan stared at him tightly, opened her mouth slightly, and her two pointed tiger teeth were exposed, and suddenly grew a little bit, which made her look even more tempting under her scarlet tongue. But she probably felt that she would look very fierce and cruel. After all, the perverted murderers on TV are like this, and she used to eat prey.

"I've said that you will pay the price!" She approached Anyang slightly, and the two were very close.

"What are you doing..." The rabbit spirit sat next to him with big eyes open, muttering in confusion, suddenly stretched out one hand to put it under his chest, leaned his chin with the other hand, and looked at them slightly with his head tilted.

at this time

An Yang, shrouded in the thick tiger power, blinked and glanced at the afterglow: Huang Lan got closer and closer from the side to intimidate herself, and she stood up slightly to make her look taller, her plump breasts had touched her shoulders.

He wants to squirt blood.

"Well, fellow Taoist Huang Lan, you seem to have something pressing on my shoulders, it's so heavy." Anyang reminded politely in order to avoid misunderstandings. However, after a pause, he asked again, "Is this also a deterrent method for your tigers to intimidate prey or show their strength?"

"...Fellow Daoist Anyang, you hooligan!" She finished shouting this sentence at a very fast speed.

However, just as she was about to leave, she heard a confused voice coming from beside her, which was An You: "Sister Huang Lan, and An Dayang, what are you doing!"

Then came Xiao Xueer's cold voice: "Why did Brother Anyang sit and move without moving? It seemed that Sister Huang Lan took the initiative, but Huang Lan wanted to say that Brother Anyang is a hooligan?"

“…”

Huang Lan felt ashamed and immediately examined her current postures with Anyang.

Anyang naturally sat in the position without moving, and even sat upright. This posture easily made people mistakenly think that his body was stiff because of some unexpected treatment! And he was almost bullied him, and the two of them were completely close, especially his chest and his shoulders. He also divided his hand and grabbed his collar and pressed him on the backrest of the sofa, and at the same time he made a very fierce but misunderstood expression...

Her face suddenly turned red.

At this moment, An You said again, with a strange tone: "After washing dishes for such a short time, are you planning to play any game?"

Xiao Xueer smiled sweetly and said softly: "Xiaoyou, don't think so. Brother Anyang and sister Huang Lan have a good relationship. We accidentally took a photo with a very imaginative space during the fight. There is nothing to make a fuss. But... Sister Huang Lan, aren't you planning to let go of Brother Anyang..."

"Oh!" Huang Lan then let go of Anyang's collar and spoke incoherently, "Yes, yes, snapping, accidentally, we were fighting, fighting, cough cough, really..."

"It's right!" An You narrowed his eyes slightly, and a cold light suddenly appeared when his eyes swept over Anyang.
Chapter completed!