Teng Meili put the spoon in the bowl. If she hadn’t seen the children staring at her strangely, she would have struck the table.
Looking at Teng Mei tenderly and questioning her like that, everything is expected.
"This is black-bone chicken soup." Silly cute.
Tengmei …
Everyone …
Teng is always silent to give yourself a little food.
"This is because my father cooked the black-bone chicken for two hours before we ate it. My aunt felt that it was not appetizing?"
"At the very least, do you want to get rid of the earthy smell of chicken? Do you know how to cook chicken soup? We Tengjia’s wealthy family don’t even have common sense in cooking. "
"If it comes to cooking this common sense all have no actually check a gentle? Do you have a sister? "
Professor Yuan ate a meal but couldn’t listen to it.
"Sister-in-law, I’m talking to the younger generation. Can’t you stop interrupting?" Teng Mei said
Then I picked up chopsticks, and I couldn’t drink the soup. Which dish did you fry?
"That" little Teng Bei saw at a glance that Mommy’s cooking was that and pointed it out to her aunt.
Sit gently and slowly, and she can’t just watch everyone eat.
But these little guys know her cooking like the back of their hands. Didn’t they say that children’s memories are easily lost when they were young? Will they remember it so clearly?
"This?" Teng Mei twisted her eyebrows and then put a chopstick on her face …
Immediately, he took a paper towel and spat it out.
"Gentle you mean to poison me? Do you not want me to come home in this deliberate way to get rid of me? " Gentle …
You still have to eat a bite of food first, gently and slowly, then give yourself a bowl of chicken soup, and then take a sip, and then smash it with your eyebrows, and then take a second bite and a third bite. It’s nothing special.
I also muttered that this soup seems to be better than the previous one.
"Mr. Teng, why don’t you give me a taste?"
Teng always twisted his eyebrows and looked at her eyes and smiled as if to say Mrs. Teng. What do you mean?
Mrs. Teng just gives him a smile that is boring to death, only once or twice a year.
Manager Teng was reluctant and then took her bowl. In fact, no matter how hard it is to drink soup, he can drink it calmly.
Or everyone can.
It just depends on people’s mood at that time.
"What do you mean, surnamed wen? Deliberately ignore me, right? "
Teng Mei was left hanging and unhappy.
"How dare I deliberately ignore my aunt? You just tasted the soup first. The taste of the soup is very common. It is easy to get into my aunt’s mouth. I can say that it was the best cooking I have ever done." Gentle and very frank
Teng Meiqi’s eyes will pop out. What?
"That’s the truth. When you asked me to cook, I told you that my cooking was not delicious. You tasted it yourself. Anyway, I won’t cook ingredients easily after this example. What about you? Just eat it. Dad and Chef Li do it. It’s delicious and good for your health."
Say so much in one gentle breath.
Teng mei sat there looking gentle, so honest and as if she had never been forced to sample, but she was so angry.
"I can’t eat this meal." Then I put the chopsticks on hold and left the dinner table.
"Where are you going to sit and finish your meal?" Professor Teng said immediately after watching his sister get up and leave.
Tenderness didn’t expect Teng Mei to come back again, but Teng Mei soon sat down again, as if because of her brother and ulterior motives.
I feel that my aunt’s eyes are like a sword because of her gentle eyes, trying to pierce her heart.
Tenderness, lowering your eyes and avoiding it is the best treatment.
As the saying goes, if you look at the knife, you need a long needle in your eyes. She doesn’t want a long needle in her eyes.
"I should have a good meal. Some people just want to force me to leave me. Why? This room is my nephew’s money to build my Teng family house. "
Gentle and low eyes are treating her like an outsider.
That surname Wen has said everything, but everything seems to be expected.
The gentleness can’t even be angry.
