Chapter 429: Yun Che's Shortboard

429 Yun Che's Short Board
I ca n’t help but miss the news of Fei Ye. Yun Che and they did n’t stay in the space. They went out after dinner that day. Only the little buns were reluctant to leave. Hei Yu and Xiao Fat Chen took the initiative to stay and took them everywhere in the space. The adventure, but Yun Che waited for two full days and did not wait for Fei Ye's reply. On the day that the little buns were born, not only the Mo Jiancheng couple came, but also all the people from the old penalty house.
Early in the morning, Wang Yaohua, the punishment mother of Yunyao, and others were busy in the kitchen. Some men helped to kill chickens and sheep, some gathered together to chat, and some went to the base to wander around, not good at cooking. Yun Che originally wanted to learn to make a birthday cake for his son. After destroying a lot of ingredients, Yun Yao was kicked out of the kitchen decisively. In the end, Xun Feng said that he would help Yun Che to do it, and Yun Yao agreed to enter. kitchen.
"Do you think this will work?"
Yun Che, who was covered with flour all over, held the decorated bag in one hand and the flowers he made in one hand. With the help of Xing Feng, the cake embryo was baked, and the rest was decorated with cream. The cake embryo that was just made was ruined by his own hand. Yun Che decided to try two flowers on the decorating mold first, but I have to say that talent is really important. Everything is very strong, Yun Che, cooking is really one word, oh!
"This one?"
"Master you are so shit-like?"
Xing Feng's face was embarrassed, and he was still thinking about what to do to not hit his enthusiasm. He did not know where he got out of, and Yu He said it outright, and it seemed that he was not afraid of hitting him enough. "It's still a pile of green shit."
"amount?"
Yun Che's brain was dark, and his forehead and blue muscles only drew "are you forcing me to kill?"
"Crouch you"
It seems that he just found out that his face is not right. Heiyu was excited, and jumped to the opposite of Feng Feng's shoulder. "It's not the master, look at it yourself. So what? "
For the first time, Black Feather felt that his long life was in vain, and he could not find a word to describe it.
"You go, I don't want to talk to you."
Look at him and look at the thing that really misses it. Yun Che throws it away and picks up another mold to continue carving. Practice makes perfect. He doesn't believe it. He also makes a flower. When Xing Feng came out and saw a pampering and helpless smile, he walked over and hugged him from behind his back, grabbing his hand with both hands, "I teach you."
A fiery breath was swallowing on his sensitive neck, Yun Che felt a little itchy, and just trying to avoid it, the hands held by Xing Feng moved flexibly. I saw Xing Feng holding his hand and turning the mold, — While squeezing green cream, it took only a few seconds for a green rose to take shape. If you look at this flower and think about the one you made, Yun Che suddenly feels heartbroken. What about the gap?
"Your hands don't fit into the kitchen. Just leave these things to me. You take care of eating."
Leaning against his ear, Xing Feng whispered.
"Um 0"
Turning away from his arms, Yun Che came up and pecked him on the lips. What's wrong with cooking? His family sentence is so good at martial arts, and he is afraid that he will be hungry in the future?
"Well, you two are almost blinding your king's titanium dog eyes."
After seeing all the black feathers turned around and jumped away, and continued to stay, they really wanted to let Xing Feng Yun Che look at each other and concentrate on preparing a birthday cake for their baby son. Xiaochen Chen ran over again, and saw that the cake they made was a small house with a garden, with three little pigs sitting or lying inside. Xiaochen Chen frowned and said, "Well, why aren't there three little Ultramans? "
"what?',
After finally adding ears to the last pig with the assistance of Xing Feng, Yun Che was suddenly blank, and then laughed at himself, "Do you think you can make something as tall as Altman?"
It's great to get three little pigs, OK?
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