In my previous life, Mo Qingcheng liked to hum a small song when picking vegetables. Now he has an old problem again. He squatted on the ground and started singing his head. The lyrics are really not very good, but they are not as shocking as Mo Qinghan at that time...

The chrysanthemum platform that runs out of tune, the drunk breeze of the disco, the intermittent version of the dead, the catchy taste, the unique novel tone, but everyone was stunned by the hearing...

Mo Qingcheng was busy and happened to catch a glimpse of the big live fish that was still struggling hard on the side. He didn't raise his head and said,

"Lie Ruge, just pack up the fish..." So the atmosphere was briefly strange...

When Lie Ruge heard this, his beautiful eyebrows twitched, and finally bit his red lips lightly and headed towards the crucian carp. When he stretched out his hand, his face turned pale slightly...

Mo Qingcheng didn't realize it, and picked up an onion beside him and threw it into Bai Zhiyan's arms, muttering.

"Wash and cut..." Bai Zhiyan instinctively caught it, stunned for two seconds, said nothing, turned around and left the kitchen...

Mo Qinghan was about to turn around when he saw this, but he saw Mo Qingcheng roaring.

"Wearing in black clothes, go and wash rice..." Mo Qinghan stopped, Yingting's eyebrows frowned slightly, narrowed his eyes slightly, but did as well...

So, in the huge kitchen, only Mo Buli was still on standby...

Mo Qingcheng finally raised his head, and when he saw the charming trace in Mo Buli's eyes, he was slightly stunned. The pupils of Buli's emerald were now filled with slightly green water vapor, and with that touch of light, just like the marshmallows that Mo Qingcheng had often eaten in his previous life, soft and adorable. For a moment, he only taught Mo Qingcheng to be distracted...

Only the idiot of flowers return to the idiot of flowers, Mo Qingcheng still curled his lips and smiled, and then he looked like a big bad wolf and said softly to Mo Buli.

"Niao'er, go and cook the pot and hot water..."

Mo Buli's sweet smile appeared a little cracked, a trace of frustration flashed in his gem green pupils, and he finally pouted and went to find the kettle...

Mo Qingcheng lowered his head, and a smile flashed through his eyes like a star, as if he was gloating, like a cat who was stealing fishy, ​​so cunning that he was almost obscene, and he was almost squinting his eyes and humming~~

Gu Ruoluo stood under the banyan tree outside the kitchen door, and her peach-pink clothes were blown away by the late autumn wind. At this moment, in the dark eyes of the phoenix, except for the smiling woman, for a moment, she could no longer tolerate others...

The wound that Yu Qianhua had applied medicine before was still a little painful at this moment, just like many unforgettable memories. Even if it was covered up, one day it would still break out of the ground...

It’s Mo Qingcheng, but it can be as long as it can be...

For a moment, everyone performed their own duties, and the atmosphere was warm. So Mo Qingcheng began to use her imaginative imagination to a certain extent, and outlined a series of scenes in her mind that taught her to laugh and cramp in her dreams...

Scene 1:

With the peach petals flying, Mo Qingcheng was wearing a blue shirt and slightly closed, lying lazily on the imperial chaise longue to bask in the sun...

He opened his mouth and took the grapes picked up by the bright red, held Bai Zhiyan's slender fingers like white jade in his hand, and then squinted his eyes to admire the man in a black robe's sword dancing. From time to time, he threw a few more charming eyes... The sunlight hit the blue sky, and a layer of golden light fainted from Mo Qingcheng's side...

In the breeze, I saw a small lotus leaf umbrella in a dress with a braised collar. The raised collar swayed in a beautiful curve. The eyes filled with water vapor were filled with enchanting smiles. Then the lotus came stepping on the flower in small steps. So Mo Qingcheng smiled and said in a slight way.

"Shangshang, you are here, let me take a good look..."

But the beauty of Tang colored stared at her beautiful eyes, with three thousand black hairs even more beautiful than a woman. She finally turned her face away and opened her red lips and said angrily

"I meet you every day, what's so good about it..."

Mo Qingcheng's little face frowned, and he looked sad and said with both hands.

"You little unscrupulous, I'm sorry I miss you every day..." As soon as Mo Qingcheng finished speaking, the blue figure, like a butterfly, arrived, and the beautiful eyes of gem green, condensed a little mist, and then said with a grievance.

"Where is Buli..." Mo Qingcheng smiled frivolously, and hugged Mo Buli in his arms very simply, kissed him on his face, and said shamelessly with a smile.

"Just take action, not to speak..." After saying that, he waved his hand and said in a deep voice to the peach-like beauty standing beside him.

"Go to make a pot of tea..."

Mo Qingcheng was outlining the beautiful scene of Gu Ruolu turning around and leaving in his mind, but he was interrupted by a teasing...

The person who spoke was very low, Mo Qingcheng was a little annoyed because the man said

"Salute flows out..."

Mo Qingcheng hurriedly wiped his sleeves. When he noticed that he was being tricked, he got angry and came up... Without saying a word, he picked up the big radish that had not been peeled, and smashed it at Gu Ruoluo, throwing it while scolding.

"Do you have morality? You are March 8th. You have so many words, I don't know how annoying it is..."

Everyone was worried about the work in their hands, and when they heard it, Mo Qingcheng was furious, they stopped their concentration and looked at it. Unexpectedly, they could see that scene, but they saw Mo Qingcheng's appearance as a shrew, roaring at Gu Ruoluo with his eyebrows and eyes straightened. After the roar, they had not forgotten to throw the spinach in their hands to Gu Ruoluo, and said with a sarcastic tone

"You're working, you're free and have nothing to do, so you can wash vegetables, so don't eat later..."

Lie Ruge's eyes dimmed, and he didn't say anything, and lowered his head and went to the fish...

Bai Zhiyan was stunned for a moment, looked at the onion half cut in her hand, and turned around and continued to cut the onion...

Mo Qinghan’s work is simple, but his eyes are a bit complicated at this moment...

Everyone was the most direct, and stomped the pot on the stove. The little face, like a cloud, was full of displeasure, and he just pouted and muttered to Mo Qingcheng.

"I can't get angry here..."

Mo Qingcheng had a headache and glared at Gu Ruoluo and wanted to help Mo Buli. He didn't want to pass by Lie Ruge, but he saw that the fish was clearly beyond recognition and was gushing out blood, but it was so complete that it was amazing. However, Lie Ruge's hands were stained with a few fish scales. At this moment, he was just standing there with a depressed look, with a bad look on his face...

"You didn't use a knife?" Mo Qingcheng raised his eyebrows, which was considered a question...
Chapter completed!