Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

Chapter 66: Cooking for me is more promising

Chapter 66, cooking for me is more promising

"Yes, Mommy doesn't work too hard, baby will raise you."

Shen Qianshu smiled and hung up the phone. When he turned his head, he saw the night mausoleum standing at the door of the kitchen. He was scared and looked at the night tomb in horror. The night tomb squinted. This woman is very courageous. Why is it always in front of him? Amazed.

The night mausoleum is wrapped in a white bathrobe, with a belt around the waist, and a large piece of wheat skin is exposed, and a little bit can be used to peep into the whole picture.

Exposing mad!

Shen Qianshu turned red and stared at the soup in the pot.

Invisible sister, the most deadly.

"Come on, I am hungry."

"Oh……"

Shen Qianshu is like a little cook. He takes out the dishes, hot and sour pork ribs, sweet and sour pork ribs, soup soup, shrimp steamed beef, beef fried eggplant, five dishes, the weight is not too big, originally thought To make two dishes to send him, one thought of the temper of the night mausoleum, in order to prevent him from going crazy, he still made five dishes, the night touring is not small, and the table has never been less than four dishes.

"Sir, there is a rib soup in the pot. Then, I am ready to cook, go first."

"Give me a seat!"

Shen Qianshu looked at him inexplicably, what happened?

"Sir, I have eaten."

"then look at me to eat."

Shen Qianshu, "..."

So cruel?

"Sir, will you die when you eat alone?" Shen Qianshu really couldn't hold back, and he said the last one.

"meeting!"

Shen Qianshu was stunned and took a deep breath.

endure!

Can't stimulate him.

"It will be dead!" The night mausoleum seems to be really hungry. It tastes elegant. She took a look at her and took a look at her. She looked at her grievances and did not dare to attack. She was in a good mood. Right, this is his little. Cook.

Shen Qianshu, a glimpse, will be dead?

This villa is her and the night tomb, the death is definitely not the night tomb.

Shen Qianshu, who is reluctant to die, is instantly clever.

This atmosphere is really strange, the night tomb is very popular, no food is eaten very evenly.

“Why should I cook?”

"Your IQ, because it is delicious." Very confident.

Shen Qianshu is ashamed. She never felt that she was cooking delicious. In Lin Xiaojuan’s words, it was normal. It was not as good as a children’s painting. When she took care of the night mausoleum, several dishes were learned with her grandmother, very few. I have done it, most of them are reading recipes.

After all, the pampered for 15 years, even if Shen Lin came back, Shen Jia will not fall to her to cook.

"Your chef is better to eat, I cook."

"Combine my appetite."

Sir, you are really different.

He really likes the food she made, but in the past few years, she hasn't cooked, how he survived, and he is so strong.

"Eat!" The night ridge has a rib of bone that stretches out to her lips.

The smell is tangled, and Shen Qianshu is stimulated by the mouth water, it is really fragrant.

However, not hungry.

"I'm not hungry."

"Eat!" The night tomb is overbearing, she has to eat.

Shen Qianshu really wants to show his side, and he feels that he is not malicious.

"Tasty?"