Mr.Feng, your wife is practicing magic again

"Yunmo, have dinner." Just at this time, Feng Tianxun came over with his hands on his back. Behind him, a few people from the program group came over with a simple table and three big pots of crayfish covered.

Cloud ink with eyes closed jumped down from the hammock and opened his eyes: "I smell it."

It smells good.

Feng Tianxun arranged the table in the shade of the tree, and then put three lobster basins the size of washbasins on it and opened it.

Oh, my? It's full-bodied, spicy and delicious. It's full of the sweet and sour smell of fish. It's full of the strong smell of stew, and it's full of the domineering smell of thirteen spices. It makes people salivate. I want to plunge into the three pots of crayfish in front of me.

Without saying a word, yunmo sat down and grabbed a crayfish.

Feng Tianxun has never cooked such a rich aroma and heavy taste dish. She can only smell it, and her saliva will drown her.

The light spicy taste in the mouth is mixed with sweet and sour taste, which is domineering and directly full of the whole mouth, rushing to the taste buds. Shrimp q-ball and smooth, there is a difference between the lobster's excellent taste, with this juice, it is delicious to burst.

Cloud ink three two or three down two or three, feel before eat Manchu and Han banquet, all have no this delicious.

Feng Tianxun sat down next to her and wiped the sauce on her face. He put the crayfish into the cloud ink bowl: "eat slowly."

Cloud Mo has long been used to Feng Tianxun to her dishes, not polite command: "peel that basin, I taste the taste."

Feng Tianxun dotes on the smile for a while, and seriously reaches out his hand to peel the crayfish with the flavor of stewed brine for her.

Two people in everyone's eyes, one to eat a feed, as if no one else to eat up.

Lin Zong and others, who finally recovered from the smell, looked at each other in despair. They were also the president of a rich family. What else can they do if you are so excellent?

Feng Tianxun, Feng Zong, don't do this. You can do everything. How can others live?

The three CEOs were disheartened, carrying the potatoes and sweet potatoes they had dug up, and walked silently towards the stove set for them.

Don't want to talk, just want to be quiet.

"It's delicious. Sister yunmo, can I have one?" Lotte doesn't walk. Squatting in front of the table, he looks at yunmo eagerly. He can't walk any more.

Yunmo glanced at the three pots of crayfish in front of him and thought about the rare generosity: "you are allowed to eat one pot."

Get cloud Mo ad hoc Lotte, immediately very happy to stretch out his hand to catch the crawfish that he had already seen.

Next to Yang Lin, Zhang Yan and general manager Lin, who had turned around, immediately gathered around and looked eager.

Feng Tianxun coldly raised his eyes, sharp eyes swept everyone, a face who dares to eat me a shrimp, I let you Tianliang Wang Po go back tomorrow to eat his own Morian expression.

Who can eat the dishes made by Feng Tianxun himself? you must be dreaming.

Five of them shivered and quickly turned to leave.

Mom, I didn't tell the cameraman that Feng Tianxun was a good talker. He was very gentle. He was also the cold devil they knew.

I'm very angry.

At noon, one side is the smoky dark food, and the other side is the fragrant crayfish, which no one can eat. The two are too clear, which makes people cry and the listener sad.

But unfortunately, tears and sadness do not include Feng Tianxun and yunmo. After eating three pots of crayfish, they leisurely went to the cattle shed for lunch break. They did not pity the other three groups who were miserable and hungry.

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The three big crayfish bought yunmo a good mood at noon. In the afternoon, the program group announced that she had experienced the hard work of breeding and did cleaning activities for pigs and cattle. Yunmo, as the king of beasts, was not angry. She just stood in front of the pigs and cattle and gave them one group of pigs and cattle. She knelt down and ran to the other three groups of taps to take a bath, It's so cute.

Let their king serve and bathe them. They are short-lived. Even if they don't have intelligence, they dare not.

With no one to serve, yunmo shows up to the other three groups. It's not that she doesn't work, it's that Zhuniu runs away. She can't help it. Then she drags Feng Tianxun to continue the crayfish fishing in the morning. In the wailing of general manager letianlin, she enjoys three crayfish pots in the evening.

It's not a big river. It's estimated that all the crayfish in it were fished out by them in the afternoon.

The sky is dim, and the orange in the evening has passed. The dusky gray makes the world bright by day and dark by night.

That night, the program team arranged for everyone to climb up the nearby mountain to camp, not to live in the cattle shed of the villa, but also to facilitate the drifting tomorrow.

This makes Lin Zong and others, who have been tired for a whole day, cry bitterly and feel relieved at the same time. They don't need to live in the cowshed with Feng Tianxun, so it's nothing for them to climb the mountain even if they are tired.

So, when the night came down successfully, yunmo and others went to the top of the mountain and camped on it.

Mr. Han and others are all black, but when it comes to camping, let alone the three presidents, Yang Lin and Lotte set up tents and everything.

Among the eight people, only yunmo can't do it at all. It's strange to watch the crowd set up four campsites. Then, under the ambiguous title of the cameraman's camera, each group went directly into the camp to have a rest.

Tired all day, who cares if you are ambiguous? If you want to stir up ambiguity, they have to recover their energy first.

In the small tent where two people can only lie flat, Feng Tianxun kicks the camera out of the tent, then turns around and embraces yunmo.

Yesterday, there was no cover in the cowshed. He could only keep a distance from yunmo. Let alone sleep in his arms, he held hands and was seen by others. He was not afraid to slander him. It would have an impact on yunmo's reputation. That's not possible, so he could only keep a safe distance.

And now in such a closed space, the camera was kicked out by him, and finally he could hold yunmo for a while.

He gently embraces yunmo, and Feng Tianxun slightly lowers his head and kisses the top of his hair. Although he kisses yunmo the day before yesterday, he didn't even get a kiss yesterday. He doesn't feel it on weekdays. After last night, he feels that it's like living a long time. If he doesn't kiss for a day, he doesn't kiss for a year. It's too long.

Smelling the fragrance of yunmo's hair, Feng Tianxun felt a trace of lust in his eyes. His dark eyes picked it out. What's the matter? He just kissed yunmo's hair for a while, and then he had a reaction. It took him a year to get there. Is it too long?