Jiang Yu burst into laughter, picked one up and handed it to me: "Marry you? Daxin's uncle will spank him."
When I walked out, I saw Jiang Yu sitting in a rocking chair with a big smile on her face. Behind her, her two nephews were jumping in and talking badly as if they were asking for money.
At that moment, I felt more deeply that girls are really, really annoying, and it’s still the big cotton-padded jackets that are bad.
Wen Zizhao walked over and interrupted us: "Wen Ziyao, what is he doing?"
Wen Ziyao was quick to react. He believed everything Jiang Yu said, and immediately replied, "You know, you know! Uncle is a peerless beauty, so beautiful she could captivate the whole country!"
Wen Ziyao devoured the remaining egg tarts in big mouthfuls, the fragrance lingering on his lips and teeth, and the tip of his tongue seemed to still have the mellow and tender taste of the filling.
It's really eye-catching no matter how you look at it!
Of course! I bought it specially for my wife.
Wen Ziyao watched Jiang Yu making the egg tarts the whole time. He felt that the egg tarts made with such little effort and a novel method must be a rare delicacy, so he ate them with great caution.
Jiang Yu tapped my nose and said, "You were so sweet just now, but now you've finished saying bad things?"
Wen Zizhao didn't know how to react. He was embarrassed and annoyed, his face was so ugly that it couldn't even be boiled with eggs.
Seeing me like that, Jiang Yu couldn't help but smile: "I didn't make it for those big guys."
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Then, coming back to his senses, he heard his arrogant and taciturn nephew Zhang Yiwan cautiously but fluently continue, "Uncle is a beautiful girl with a pretty face, a natural beauty, and a natural elegance." The sentence was not long, and everyone almost gasped for breath during the first half.
Zhang Yiwan shook her head: "Of course, aunt is the worst, um... She is beautiful, speaks badly, and her cooking skills are super bad. When you grow up, you have to marry your aunt."
As soon as Wen Zizhao stepped into the courtyard, he heard his eldest nephew's conversation mixed with laughter.
Wen Ziyao watched you eat eagerly, his saliva almost dripping out, afraid that you were going to give him a taste, and he pulled your sleeve and acted coquettishly: "Auntie, auntie, is it bad to give you a bite? Just one bite."
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