The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Yunfeifei saw the dish full of tables and looked at the table, and chuckled aloud: "Hey, these are the best foods. You haven’t eaten before. Let’s try it. There are several here. The dish is unique to our Yunjia family. The specially invited spirit chef can't eat it outside! If you leave the Yun family, you can't eat it later!"

I picked up my eyebrows, and Yun Feifei’s run was so shabby that she had never tasted the gastronomic tone. It was so obvious.

She didn't react much, but the greens on the side couldn't help it.

"What kind of joke, this is also the best food? I don't have to eat, I know, it's far worse than my lady!"

The green scorpion pointed to a plate of buns-shaped pasta. "The dough is so yellow and so rough that people look at how to have an appetite. And the lady said that the top spirit is to concentrate the spiritual power in the food, not to scatter. , like this kind of spiritual power, what is the best food?"

Yun Feifei was refuted by a maid, and she couldn’t help herself.

Mrs. Yun’s wife was surprised to see what he was saying, “Why are you still good at making spiritual food?”

Suddenly smiled: "Just just play freely, if the old lady doesn't mind, I can taste it."

Yun Feifei smiled and said: "The Yunjia Ling kitchen has been immersed in this road for decades. What can you do with the spirit of the five products?"

When Mrs. Cloud’s face sank, she would reprimand Yun Feifei, and she saw that her wrist had been turned over and she had taken out a few dishes.

The old lady of Yun has not seen it, and she feels a thick fragrance to drill into her stomach.

When she was older, her appetite was not so good. She did not eat much of the high-level food that the Yun family's chef had done on weekdays.

I can smell this fragrance today, and my stomach started to bark.

What is the taste? How difficult is it?

Mrs. Yun looked at the past and saw the food on that plate. It was even more like the secretion of saliva, and the stomach was louder.

"This is the white-eared eight-treasure porridge, the swallow skin, the soup, the shrimp dumplings and the egg tarts." He smiled. "I have nothing to do, the old lady can taste it."

Mrs. Yun looked at her mouth and swallowed a soup bag with chopsticks. According to the instructions of her, she took a thin skin and took a bite.

The sweet and fragrant taste is accompanied by the hot soup flowing into the mouth, so that Mrs. Cloud almost wants to swallow the tongue together.

A soup filled into the abdomen, warm spiritual power in the stomach, not only do not feel support, but full of desire to continue to eat.

"It's so delicious!" Mrs. Cloud said with a sigh, and couldn't help but pick up the shrimp dumplings.

So, when Yuntianyi came in, he saw that he smiled and stood on one side, drinking porridge leisurely.

Next to the cloud, Mrs. Lao feels that the rounded stomach she eats keeps saying that it is delicious.

Yun Yazhen and Yun Wenjing are excited about who is a noodle for a shrimp dumpling.

On the table, there was a full circle of Wupinling food, but everyone did not touch it.

The only Yun Feifei who is unattended on the side is the gloomy face that can drip.

Yun Tianyi has never seen the old lady of Yun, so quite surprised.

But when he knew the ins and outs of things, this strangeness turned into deep resentment.

The food that the baby girl did, the mother tasted it, and even Yun Wenjing and Yun Yazhen both ate. Why is it that only his father has not eaten it?