Chapter 1204
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"Luo Bi, go aside." Zhu Xingshao drove Luo Bi away and pulled out most of the firewood: "how much firewood did you put in? It's strange that such a big fire doesn't paste the pot."
Luo Bi didn't say anything. She added more. Who knows how to paste the pot so quickly.
Robbie has nothing to say about this.
Zhu Xingshao said, "Zhu Xingsu, how about the paste? Can you eat it?"
Luo Bi glanced: "it should be able to eat with me. I smell it. It's just that the bottom of the pot tastes a little paste."
Zhu Xingshao doesn't believe Luo Bi. He hasn't heard of the smell of a paste pot. What a clever nose? Thinking of this, Zhu Xingshao asked again, "how about it?"
Zhu Xingsu stirred it with a spoon: "the bottom of the pot didn't paste. It should be the pot."
"Don't stir it." Luo Bi couldn't help but make a sound: "it's only a little paste smell at the bottom of the pot. You've mixed it and made it taste."
As soon as Zhu Xingsu heard it, he covered the pot and didn't stir it. In fact, it's too late not to stir. It's all done. What's the use of stopping now? Luo Bi's stomach Fei, but she didn't say it. She burned the pot and didn't stand to say anything about others.
Fengling is talking with Wei Yu and Wen Xiao. Yu Guang glances at the situation here and raises his feet. The firewood set aside by Zhu Xingshao was red. Feng Ling's eyelids jumped and pulled Luo Bi away.
"I burned the pot." Luo Bi looked up and told Fengling.
What can Fengling say? He took Robbie into his arms: "it's all right."
Luo Bi is speechless. What's wrong is today's dinner. The meat in the pot is not delicious. Of course, for others, Luo Bi still likes to eat a little paste. One person has one taste, and Luo Bi's taste is partial paste.
Up to now, Fengling's husband doesn't know.
In the early years, Luo Hang remembered the taste of Luo Bi. Later, Guan Zhuting married into the door, and the power in the kitchen fell aside. Whether it was fried or roasted, there was no paste again, and Luo Hang became blurred.
You think! Who would like paste ingredients? Luo Hang is not good at it. He doesn't believe his daughter likes to eat paste.
Fengling didn't trust Luo Bi to stay in the kitchen area and pulled people to wash their hands in front of the mountain spring: "don't help people burn a fire in the future. The safety factor of that primitive stove is low, and what if sparks burst out?"
"I know." Luo Bi let the man wash one hand and changed the other hand. She said politely, "I can wash myself. Let others see you wash my hands and laugh at me."
Feng Ling raised her eyes: "do you care what others think?"
That's strange. Robbie smiled, "I don't care."
Feng Ling smiled at the bottom of her eyes, and her tone was soft: "I love you, no one can manage."
Robby said this without saying a word. She was too shy to talk about it, but she didn't work well.
Fengling carefully wiped the water stains on Luo Bi's hands, and suddenly said, "the skin is easy to dry in autumn. I have ordered skin care flower water from Zhan Yi, and he Yun can bring it back tomorrow."
"How many star coins a bottle?" Luo Bi is most concerned about the price.
Feng Lingmo said after a few seconds, "I can afford you."
When she didn't ask, Luo Bi was silent. Fengling wouldn't let Luo Bi go anywhere. She took people around to talk about military affairs with Wei Yu and Wen Xiao. Luo Bi was bored and opened the small light brain to browse the Courtyard Villa above.
When the dishes were served, it was already eight o'clock in the evening. Luo Bi robbed a pickled pig's hoof.
Fengling took a knife to cut the pickled pig's feet. Luo Bi dipped in the sauce and took a bite. Er, it's different from what she imagined. It's not very delicious.
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"Luo Bi, go aside." Zhu Xingshao drove Luo Bi away and pulled out most of the firewood: "how much firewood did you put in? It's strange that such a big fire doesn't paste the pot."
Luo Bi didn't say anything. She added more. Who knows how to paste the pot so quickly.
Robbie has nothing to say about this.
Zhu Xingshao said, "Zhu Xingsu, how about the paste? Can you eat it?"
Luo Bi glanced: "it should be able to eat with me. I smell it. It's just that the bottom of the pot tastes a little paste."
Zhu Xingshao doesn't believe Luo Bi. He hasn't heard of the smell of a paste pot. What a clever nose? Thinking of this, Zhu Xingshao asked again, "how about it?"
Zhu Xingsu stirred it with a spoon: "the bottom of the pot didn't paste. It should be the pot."
"Don't stir it." Luo Bi couldn't help but make a sound: "it's only a little paste smell at the bottom of the pot. You've mixed it and made it taste."
As soon as Zhu Xingsu heard it, he covered the pot and didn't stir it. In fact, it's too late not to stir. It's all done. What's the use of stopping now? Luo Bi's stomach Fei, but she didn't say it. She burned the pot and didn't stand to say anything about others.
Fengling is talking with Wei Yu and Wen Xiao. Yu Guang glances at the situation here and raises his feet. The firewood set aside by Zhu Xingshao was red. Feng Ling's eyelids jumped and pulled Luo Bi away.
"I burned the pot." Luo Bi looked up and told Fengling.
What can Fengling say? He took Robbie into his arms: "it's all right."
Luo Bi is speechless. What's wrong is today's dinner. The meat in the pot is not delicious. Of course, for others, Luo Bi still likes to eat a little paste. One person has one taste, and Luo Bi's taste is partial paste.
Up to now, Fengling's husband doesn't know.
In the early years, Luo Hang remembered the taste of Luo Bi. Later, Guan Zhuting married into the door, and the power in the kitchen fell aside. Whether it was fried or roasted, there was no paste again, and Luo Hang became blurred.
You think! Who would like paste ingredients? Luo Hang is not good at it. He doesn't believe his daughter likes to eat paste.
Fengling didn't trust Luo Bi to stay in the kitchen area and pulled people to wash their hands in front of the mountain spring: "don't help people burn a fire in the future. The safety factor of that primitive stove is low, and what if sparks burst out?"
"I know." Luo Bi let the man wash one hand and changed the other hand. She said politely, "I can wash myself. Let others see you wash my hands and laugh at me."
Feng Ling raised her eyes: "do you care what others think?"
That's strange. Robbie smiled, "I don't care."
Feng Ling smiled at the bottom of her eyes, and her tone was soft: "I love you, no one can manage."
Robby said this without saying a word. She was too shy to talk about it, but she didn't work well.
Fengling carefully wiped the water stains on Luo Bi's hands, and suddenly said, "the skin is easy to dry in autumn. I have ordered skin care flower water from Zhan Yi, and he Yun can bring it back tomorrow."
"How many star coins a bottle?" Luo Bi is most concerned about the price.
Feng Lingmo said after a few seconds, "I can afford you."
When she didn't ask, Luo Bi was silent. Fengling wouldn't let Luo Bi go anywhere. She took people around to talk about military affairs with Wei Yu and Wen Xiao. Luo Bi was bored and opened the small light brain to browse the Courtyard Villa above.
When the dishes were served, it was already eight o'clock in the evening. Luo Bi robbed a pickled pig's hoof.
Fengling took a knife to cut the pickled pig's feet. Luo Bi dipped in the sauce and took a bite. Er, it's different from what she imagined. It's not very delicious.
"Luo Bi, go aside." Zhu Xingshao drove Luo Bi away and pulled out most of the firewood: "how much firewood did you put in? It's strange that such a big fire doesn't paste the pot."Luo Bi didn't say anything. She added more. Who knows how to paste the pot so quickly.Robbie has nothing to say about this.Zhu Xingshao said, "Zhu Xingsu, how about the paste? Can you eat it?"Luo Bi glanced: "it should be able to eat with me. I smell it. It's just that the bottom of the pot tastes a little paste."Zhu Xingshao doesn't believe Luo Bi. He hasn't heard of the smell of a paste pot. What a clever nose? Thinking of this, Zhu Xingshao asked again, "how about it?"Zhu Xingsu stirred it with a spoon: "the bottom of the pot didn't paste. It should be the pot.""Don't stir it." Luo Bi couldn't help but make a sound: "it's only a little paste smell at the bottom of the pot. You've mixed it and made it taste."As soon as Zhu Xingsu heard it, he covered the pot and didn't stir it. In fact, it's too late not to stir. It's all done. What's the use of stopping now? Luo Bi's stomach Fei, but she didn't say it. She burned the pot and didn't stand to say anything about others.Fengling is talking with Wei Yu and Wen Xiao. Yu Guang glances at the situation here and raises his feet. The firewood set aside by Zhu Xingshao was red. Feng Ling's eyelids jumped and pulled Luo Bi away."I burned the pot." Luo Bi looked up and told Fengling.What can Fengling say? He took Robbie into his arms: "it's all right."Luo Bi is speechless. What's wrong is today's dinner. The meat in the pot is not delicious. Of course, for others, Luo Bi still likes to eat a little paste. One person has one taste, and Luo Bi's taste is partial paste.Up to now, Fengling's husband doesn't know.In the early years, Luo Hang remembered the taste of Luo Bi. Later, Guan Zhuting married into the door, and the power in the kitchen fell aside. Whether it was fried or roasted, there was no paste again, and Luo Hang became blurred.You think! Who would like paste ingredients? Luo Hang is not good at it. He doesn't believe his daughter likes to eat paste.Fengling didn't trust Luo Bi to stay in the kitchen area and pulled people to wash their hands in front of the mountain spring: "don't help people burn a fire in the future. The safety factor of that primitive stove is low, and what if sparks burst out?""I know." Luo Bi let the man wash one hand and changed the other hand. She said politely, "I can wash myself. Let others see you wash my hands and laugh at me."Feng Ling raised her eyes: "do you care what others think?"That's strange. Robbie smiled, "I don't care."Feng Ling smiled at the bottom of her eyes, and her tone was soft: "I love you, no one can manage."Robby said this without saying a word. She was too shy to talk about it, but she didn't work well.Fengling carefully wiped the water stains on Luo Bi's hands, and suddenly said, "the skin is easy to dry in autumn. I have ordered skin care flower water from Zhan Yi, and he Yun can bring it back tomorrow.""How many star coins a bottle?" Luo Bi is most concerned about the price.Feng Lingmo said after a few seconds, "I can afford you."When she didn't ask, Luo Bi was silent. Fengling wouldn't let Luo Bi go anywhere. She took people around to talk about military affairs with Wei Yu and Wen Xiao. Luo Bi was bored and opened the small light brain to browse the Courtyard Villa above.When the dishes were served, it was already eight o'clock in the evening. Luo Bi robbed a pickled pig's hoof.Fengling took a knife to cut the pickled pig's feet. Luo Bi dipped in the sauce and took a bite. Er, it's different from what she imagined. It's not very delicious.
