One Piece's Flow is Like Fire

Huacheng coughed again, and Zhang Yang helped him caress his back.There was blood on the silk handkerchief.The two uncles and nephews are embarrassed and cheating, and how smooth they are.

"Go for tea." Huacheng seems to be weak.This stinky boy, when he touched it, his waist was swollen into a bucket waist.

"Yes." Zhang Yang bent down and backed away.

Zhang Yang entered the kitchen, and if the mad tiger entered the flock, and the pots and pans fell over and over, he did not want to be played with applause, although one of them was played like a monkey these days.The sound of ping ping pong pong can be heard in the study room, Huacheng's heart is happy, and he doesn't feel bad for his kitchen utensils.Yin smiled, I didn't expect Huacheng to invite such a maid, not to mention the female disguise as a man, but also clumsy, it will be interesting in the future.I don't know if there will be any tea cups to enjoy three courses of tea next time.

After Zhang Yang almost smashed the kitchen, he finally calmed down, rubbed his hands with a smile, boiled a pot of water, entered the study with a tea set, and listened to Yin Huan and said to Huacheng: "Sir, you should take care of your body. There are many places to ask.”

The monarch of the Xuanyuan Dynasty actually called Huacheng a junior.

Zhang Yang scalded the tea set, and the white mist lingered between his fingers. He lifted the old tree's root-like tea cover, and poured about two pinch of Biluochun into the pot and poured the boiling water.Every step, Zhang Yang is familiar with the road.In Beidouya, he is sometimes arty, pulling Moya to the bottom of the Buzhou tree, making a pot of tea and drinking two cups.Talk about how the weather is going recently, or, how is life in Moja who lives next door?Or, talk about ideals.All in all, he's talking a lot of nonsense.Moya ignored him, he was chattering all by himself.Once, when Chapter [-] was begging for a cup of tea, Zhang Yang actually threw a bubble of urine on his head. In the days to come, Chapter [-] behaved in front of Zhang Yang and didn't dare to say anything.

Chapter 901

"Your Majesty doesn't take the grass people as despicable, so the grass people are grateful, but what virtues can the grass people teach your majesty." Huacheng is sincere and frightened.

Yin smiled, "This dynasty's Geleshan Medical Saint Millioli has the technique of rejuvenation. If the senior is physically ill, he may be able to use a small amount of power."

Zhang Yang pouted, as if telling Yin about the rejuvenation of Geleshan's medical saint and wonderful hand, he couldn't agree.He couldn't be more familiar with the millet, but because of Moya's illness, he would accompany Moya to Gele Mountain every three weeks to sit and sit, but after more than ten years of treatment, Moya didn't get any better.

However, the girls are pretty good looking.

Zhang Yang lifted the lid of the tea, the tea leaves have spread like flowers, slowly sinking into the bottom of the pot, the beauty of Biluo's spring leaves falling, has the reputation of "spring dyes the seabed", and it really lives up to its reputation.He poured two cups of tea, which was amber in color.

"How dare you let His Majesty the Emperor worry about it and leave the medical sage to run around again. The grass people just feel the wind and cold occasionally. It's good to cultivate for a few days." Huacheng put the handkerchief on the coffee table, and when Yin took a cup of tea, he picked up another cup and smelled it. Fragrant tea.

"Senior is serious." Yin glanced at the handkerchief on the coffee table and took a sip of tea. Hey, it's not bad.

Zhang Yang left the two of them in the house, so he went to the kitchen to cook, and went into the house to add some tea. The tea had been brewed for three times, and the two were still playing Tai Chi. It's time for incense sticks.

Zhang Yang thought, should he want to eat here?I didn't do his part.

The lord of the Xuanyuan Dynasty, how many people wanted to invite a meal to their home, but they couldn't invite them, and when they came to Zhang Yang, they would be too suspicious.He has only been with Huacheng for a few days, and he has learned to plan carefully. The ancients said that near Zhu Zhechi, follow a good person to learn to be a man, and follow a witch to learn to dance, which is true.

Zhang Yang cooked the last dish.The two finally finished what they should say, and they knew what they shouldn't say. Yin said goodbye, "I'm disturbed today, I'll come to see you later, and I would like to ask the seniors to enlighten me."

He got up and put the cup still filled with tea on the tea table.

"Your Majesty can come, and the dwelling is full of brilliance." Huacheng did not intend to leave Yin for dinner. He held the chair and got up with some difficulty.

"Senior is not feeling well, so I won't give it away." Yin left the study and stood on the dragon and phoenix sandalwood floor. The evening sun shone on his face, making it warm.

"Broken the grass." How dare Huacheng slap his nose on his face again, after all, he is a guest from afar, and he will send Yin to the door of the study and call: "Raner."

"Yes" Zhang Yang left the kitchen and opened the firewood door of the yard.Standing there respectfully, Yin came towards him, smiling like a spring breeze.

"Thank you girl."

"The king's words are serious." Zhang Yang frowned, but he was shouting in his heart: hurry up and leave.

When the two of them went out of the door and went far, Zhang Yang slammed the door and slammed into the door. It was the end, and he had to be pulled out like a mule for a walk. You have to die in Huacheng.

Side dishes.

Zhang Yang cooked a table of dishes, all of which are favorites of morning glory, including braised pig's trotters, salted pork liver, seaweed egg drop soup...

Huacheng, who has been rough for decades, likes to pick the bones in the eggs when they eat recently, so small that there is a hair on the meat, and the dishes are like a lump of paste on a plate. Once found, they will talk for a long time without naming names. It is said that cooking is like being a human being. If you can't do well, what future do you have.Zhang Yang thought, if the chef cooks well, then why is he still a chef.

The petite morning bull followed suit, his mouth was full of vegetables and he said, "I've never seen you so stupid. Mapo tofu is fried like a piece of shit. Do you think we are pigs?"The food is so unpalatable.Zhang Yang muttered, but I didn't say that.

Today, the three of them were sitting at the table, and the morning bull was just looking at the two of them from time to time.

Huacheng did not say a word.

Today's publicity is actually eating slowly.

"You guys eat, I'm full." Morning Bull's stomach was about to burst. Seeing that both of them were harboring ghosts, he wasn't stupid, so he didn't go to be cannon fodder.

"It seems that the Emperor Xuanyuan has a lot of respect for you. He's looked at the hut three times. You're so arrogant." Zhang Yang put down his chopsticks and his nose was full of anger.

"It's okay." Huacheng rubbed his temples.It is a bluff to make the emperor of the Xuanyuan Dynasty visit the cottage three times. What is even more sensational is that from the beginning to the end, Huacheng is lukewarm to Yin.

Although the Xuanyuan Dynasty is a virtuous corporal, the world is huge, and there are hundreds of thousands of talents. The talents of the sky and the latitude are few, but it is not that there is no such thing. After three visits to the cottage, Huacheng has not reached this level.

"What do you love with Dongpo, I'm lazy too, but you and outsiders are not allowed to do things that are sorry for Beidouya." Zhang Yang looked at the moonlight from the window, and that face that was even more dazzling than the crescent moon appeared A hint of smoke.

There was a woman in Beidouya who liked to cook for Zhang Yang the most, and then sat at the table with her cheeks in her hands, watching Zhang Yang gobble up, the face that was always seventeen years old had the greatest satisfaction.

Huacheng laughed, and he was surprised, "Don't you think about burning Beidouya with a fire every day, how come you have changed your temper again?"

In the room, the light exploded like a comet hitting the moon, and Zhang Yang put the three-foot Yuehua on the shoulders of the flower city, only the state officials allowed the people to set fire and not allow the people to light the lamp and said: "It should be me to destroy the Beidou Cliff, who are you. "

Zhang Yang is holding the sword, and his arm seems to be really complete.

The door creaked open, and the sleeping Morning Bull felt someone patted his face.

"Brother Morning Bull. Wake up." A woman Wu Nong whispered softly.

"Ah?" Morning Bull's eyes widened.

Under the bed, a woman, Furong, leaned over like a willow and eyebrows, and patted his face with her thin, silky hands.He was really fast asleep, and in a trance, he seemed to have seen the girl with thick eyebrows and big eyes dancing in a zigzag alley. She came to him, stood on tiptoe, put on her hips and said with a smile, "I'm more You are tall", how silly is Qiangniu's laugh, the girl looked at him and slapped him several times on the cheek, and he slapped Qiangniu and cried, "I'll tell my mother to go.", he ran away , Accidentally slipped the soles of the feet and fell.

No, it's Zhang Yang that stinky boy.The morning bull statue was taken to a bucket and rinsed for a while. His eyes were so wide that he almost pressed his face when he saw Zhang Yang's face. In the middle of the night, men and women were not kissing each other. What did he want to do?

"Brother Morning Bull, you're awake." Zhang Yangqiao smiled and his eyes were like crescent moons.

"What do you want to do?" Morning Bull grabbed the quilt and shrunk in the corner of the bed, such a scene flashed in his mind, Zhang Yang was hungry and rushing towards the sheep, pressing him on the bed...