"you still have a little conscience." Yao Yuanjing lies on the sofa and hums. Then he reaches out his hand and puts a shrimp dumpling into his mouth. After chewing it twice, his face froze.

Ji Naitang stares at Yao Yuanjing seriously, trying to judge whether the shrimp dumplings can be eaten from his facial changes. Zhuo Xiaolin on the side has no idea about these things. He is worried about which to eat first.

"Wow, everything is fine. Mr. Cen, are you really making these?"

CEN Muqi nodded his head with satisfaction, and Zhuo Xiaoyun worshipped him all over his face: "Mr. Cen, you are really good. This cooking skill is not only level 10, but also a super class Why, Mr. Yao, where are you in such a hurry? "

Zhuo Xiaoxuan saw Yao Yuanjing suddenly jump up and run to the room. After entering the room, there was a sound of opening the bathroom door, and then there was a burst of vomiting.

"What's wrong with Mr. Yao?" Zhuo Xiaohui was in a daze. Ji Naitang coughed and said, "maybe it's pregnant and vomiting."

"Pregnancy vomiting? So did Yao really have your baby? "

"Child?" CEN Muqi twisted his eyebrows and looked at Ji Naitang. Ji Naitang said with a smile, "emperor, Yao Yuanjing has my child in his stomach, and it's mine to be born. Then, can I become the Lord of the six palaces?"

CEN Muqi cold hum: "you can be allowed to become the master of the cold palace."

"The most merciless emperor's house." Ji Naitang shook his head, thinking that shrimp dumplings could never be tried. He looked at it and chose the safest seafood porridge.

According to previous experience, the porridge prepared by Cen Muqi is just a heavy paste. If you bear it, you will pass away, while Zhuo Xiaohui chooses a small corn cake.

"Mr. Cen, does this corn cake have a name?"

"It's called tortillas."

"Sweet and soft tortillas are sweet and soft when you listen to them." Zhuo Xiaolin said full of expectation of a bite, and then found that did not bite off, he was stunned for a moment, continue to use a bit of force.

"Ouch..." He covered his mouth in pain, and Ji Naitang worried, "the tooth is broken?"

Zhuo Xiaoyun looked at Ji Naitang with all his eyes plaintively: "why do you ask? Did you know that this taco is very hard? You know why you don't remind me? Still fragrant and soft

Ji Naitang looked calm: "I haven't eaten it again. How can I know if it's hard or not? I just infer it from Cen Muqi's cooking."

"Infer?" Zhuo Xiaoxuan looks at Cen Muqi. He frowns and takes a piece of corn cake. He tries to break it but does not.

"Cough, hum." He coughed awkwardly and said, "maybe I didn't pay much attention to it. It's a little bit hard."

"Is this a little harder?" Zhuo opened her mouth wide and pointed to her teeth and said, "my teeth are almost broken. I want to be an international star. If I lose a tooth, what image can I have?"

CEN Muqi replied: "you are all the people who want to become an international star. Can't you even fill a tooth?"

Zhuo Xiaoyun was so angry that he could not say anything. He covered his mouth and looked at Ji Naitang wrongly and said, "Ji Naitang, you are in charge of it. How to eat such a hard corn cake? He still doesn't admit his mistake."

When Ji Naitang saw that the war was burning on him, he looked at Zhuo Xiaohui and Cen Muqi with some helplessness. Now both of them are staring at him, and he immediately feels great pressure.

Zhuo Xiaolin: "Ji Naitang, please tell him to admit his mistake."

CEN Muqi: "wife, am I wrong?"

Ji Naitang patted his forehead with some headache, then picked up a piece of corn cake, looked at it and said, "this corn cake seems to be too hard, ah Qi, you..." He said that Cen Muqi was looking at himself with fixed eyes. He suddenly softened his heart and said, "ah Qi, you've done a good job. A man just wants to be hard!"

Zhuo Xiaohui looked desperate: "Ji Naitang, you can't feel pain in your conscience if you attach importance to lust and despise friends to this point?"