Chapter 184: What should I do if the chicken is stewed?

Chapter 184 What should I do if the chicken is stewed?
Haha, it's probably more fragrant when used in stew.
Ye Sang certainly didn't know his dangerous idea.
The little guy held the little chicken in his hand, happily put it back in the nest, and then shook his father's hand, "Baba, let's go to sleep."
Shen Chuchen's gaze stayed for a few seconds at the chicken in the chicken coop, and then slowly withdrew his gaze for a while, "Okay~"
Honestly.
He really wants to stew this chicken.
But...
The little girl must be comforted before the stew.

Shen Chuchen walked back slowly with the little girl, the little bun who was walking in the front was clean and clean, full of childish innocence.
The man looked at and couldn't help laughing.
So cute.
Like a little sun.
It's no wonder that even a person like Mu Chen who is very malicious towards her can again and again feel soft.
"Yesangsang." The man lazily grabbed her by the collar.
The little guy swayed his short legs, his head crooked, and he was completely at a loss, "Baba."
Shen Chuchen asked her: "Want to know the names of your other fathers?"
Ye Sangmao's eyes brightened, "I want~~"
The man's peachy eyes narrowed slightly, and he squatted down to pinch her fleshy bun face, and instantly became upset, "Why didn't you look at the photos earlier? It made me sore for so long, ha. Little conscience."
"If it weren't for me, do you think that with Huo Yaomuchen's careful character, would they tell you who the two are?"
Of course impossible.
Who is not possessive yet.
The little guy stood on tiptoe and kissed him, and the cat's eyes curled up with a smile, "Baba is the best."
Shen Chuchen looked at her, the corners of his lips twitched slightly, he barely accepted the bribe.
"One is Su Ye, a legend in the e-sports circle."
He said that he was a little gloating and laughed, "And Gu Sheng, tut... That was reduced to the point where the entire network was black~"
Honestly.
People like Su Shen and Gu Sheng can go back and inherit the family property if they don't mix well.
There is nothing to worry about.
Shen Chuchen patted her little head, her peachy eyes curled slightly, "Now you don't want to go to them, one is in the club's training base, and the other one doesn't know where it is."
not to mention.
The three of them alone are enough to make people crazy, how many more are still alive?
right.
Mu Chen, the dogbi, doesn't even know that he has a daughter.
The little guy recited the names of these two fathers in silence, and slapped Shen Chuchen obediently, "Baba is the best."
No. 2 Baba is not a petty kid.
The man's heart was so softened by the rub, he slightly bent over and caught the little girl in his arms, smiled and squeezed her fleshy little face, "Let's go."
For the sake of this little bit of being so behaved, it doesn't seem to be a big deal to tell Mu Chen the truth.
Shen Chuchen was very relaxed, and ran upstairs to sleep slowly holding the baby.
The little guy fell asleep when he touched the bed, his small body was slightly rolled into the corner with the quilt, and Shen Chuchen beside him languidly lay down on the bed when he saw it, closing his eyes and sleeping until it was so dark.
Ye Sang obediently curled up in his father's arms, his curled eyelashes trembled uneasyly.
She had a nightmare again.
The protagonist in this dream is father number three.
She seemed to have watched a scene from an outsider's perspective, about her father's number three... the scene in the last life.
The one who used to be the proud man of heaven was a lonely person until he died.
Obviously, he saved countless people in his previous life, and he was not bad at all.
"Baba..." The little girl's eyelashes were stained with tears. When she woke up, she was ignorant and she was still crying in her voice.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Huo Yao's magnified handsome face, and the little guy blinked blankly before he recovered.
Huo Yao bent over and hugged the little girl in his arms, and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes little by little. His voice was low with a smile: "Why are you crying? Shen Chuchen abused you?"
Ye Sang rubbed his head against him and shook his head, cat's eyes a little curious, "Baba, are you going to go on a blind date?"
The man twisted his brows slightly, and pulled out a few beautiful little skirts from the closet. He bent over and squeezed the little guy's cheeks, "You can't go, but even if you go, you won't succeed."
At most, it's just a cutscene.
He didn't worry about asking Mu Chen to take the child, so he could only take the little guy with him.
Ye Sang ignorantly nodded his little head, put on his clothes obediently, lay on Huo Yao's shoulder lazily, and began to feel sleepy.
...
What is Shen Chuchen doing this morning?
He's stewing chicken...ahhh.
He is buying ducks.
Mu Chen watched with a black line on Shen Chuchen's wake up in the morning and let him look for ducks together.
The man's eyes looked at the other person as if he was looking at an idiot. The corners of his thin lips twitched and he couldn't believe it: "You, you take that little bunny chicken..."
"Stewed?"
Shen Chuchen: "...Can you be tactful?"
To be heard by that little bit, I might cry to autism.
The look in Mu Chen's eyes saw him getting worse.
How did he feel that this man was strategizing in his last life?
Go blind.
Who would cook a little girl’s chicken for normal people?
Shen Chuchen also held his forehead slightly, with a headache, "I didn't stew it."
He said: "I just asked Liu Te to help. The kid next door is probably greedy and crying."
Then his special helper is a person with very strong hands-on ability. After he finished speaking, he left a sentence with special interest: "I have seen a little chicken, plump, and it looks delicious."
So Tezhu Zhao and him embarrassed the stew.
When Shen Chuchen realized what he was talking about, it was too late.
Mu Chen continued to ask: "Then why don't you buy a chicken and give it to that little bunny?"
He bought a duck.
Are you fooling a three-year-old child?
Shen Chuchen thought.
Can I tell you I'm afraid of chickens?
He sneered and did not answer, but looked at the little duck on the ground, touched his chin and fell into thought.
In other words...
Children should not see the essential difference between these two things, right?
"Well, here it is." Mu Chen cleared his throat and motioned him to look over.
Because of a guilty conscience, Shen Chuchen straightened his waist reflexively, watching the duck on the ground without making a sound.
The little guy was lying on his father's shoulder and was drowsy. Duan Mao shook without energy, lazily opened the cat's pupils, and saw the little duck in the hall at a glance.
"Dick~" The little girl blinked and yelled cheerfully.
"..." Huo Yao, who heard that he was coming downstairs, staggered and almost knelt down to her.
It's really talkative.
The man's eyelashes trembled, he looked at the duck on the ground, then looked at the girl called "Chicken" in his arms, and asked:
(End of this chapter)