The Young Master’s Bride - Chapter 373
373 She was brought up by her brother, and she was very serious
Huo qingge wanted to facepalm. She had never seen such a small-muzzled thing before, and she was really not used to it.
She was already used to her noise, so she felt uncomfortable when she heard her stutter.
“Young miss, let’s eat dumplings! It’s the winter solstice!”
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In the end, it was Han Bing who spoke. He had just looked at the calendar. Today was the winter solstice, and everyone in the North ate dumplings.
In fact, he also wanted to eat Huo qingge’s dumplings. After eating them the last time, he couldn’t forget them.
It had to be said that the filling of the dumplings made by Huo qingge was very delicious and very homely. It was incomparable to the dumplings bought outside.
Moreover, Fire and Ice especially liked to eat dumplings. In the past, when they were in the Army, the liveliest thing was for everyone to make dumplings together. It was very lively.
Although they were a group of grown men, the dumplings they made were all beautiful.
Now that he had left everyone for too long, he really missed those days.
right, today is the winter solstice. I almost forgot about it. Call them over!
Huo qingge was always trying to find an excuse for everyone to gather together, so that Feng Yan’s place would be lively.
She knew that although Feng Yan had said that it was annoying to have so many people around, Huo qingge knew that he was just saying it. In fact, he was very happy to have so many people at home.
“Gathered again? I’ve been suppressed by your man and I can’t even afford to eat, and you still want to come to my house to eat?”
Upon hearing that there was going to be another gathering, Feng Yan started to act coy again.
“Do you think a few dumplings will make you broke?”
Li beixiao looked at Feng Yan, his deep eyes full of disdain.
He still didn’t know that his woman was only getting together again and again for Feng Yan.
It’s very tiring to make dumplings, alright? He still felt sorry for his woman, but he was being pretentious first.
“I can’t stop eating it every day! We just had barbeque yesterday and today we’re eating dumplings. What are we eating tomorrow?”
Feng Yan was just talking about it, he couldn’t just say whatever he wanted when the firecrackers were about to hit him …
we can have hot pot tomorrow. I heard that the hot pot you had last time was also very delicious …
The little trumpet was a foodie. As long as there was good food, she would want to join in.
Especially when she heard from Mumu that the clear soup hotpot that sister GE made last time was especially delicious, she wanted to eat it and had wanted to eat for a long time.
you can eat so much. Why would the fire want you? I can’t afford to feed you!
Feng yanxie laughed as he teased the little trumpeting. He had high hopes for these two.
The little trumpet was usually very eloquent, but when it saw or mentioned fire, it would completely stop.
The so-called “everything has its Vanquisher” probably referred to things like the small horn and the flame.
“Flame … I don’t eat much … And I won’t get fat …”
After hearing Feng Yan’s words, the little trumpeting horn immediately shook its head and explained to the flame.
She looked very serious and very cute.
three bowls of instant noodles, seven roasted sausages, five buns, and two bottles of soda. I didn’t eat much!
Han Bing came out at the right time to undermine him.
When they had been training together, this was the little-trumpet-like girl’s appetite. It really made them, the men, feel ashamed.
However, he had to admit that the little-muzzled cat really did not gain weight no matter how much it ate.
After so many years, even if he ate like this, he would still become thin.
Huo qingge looked at the little trumpeting in surprise. She saw the little trumpeting lowering her head to confirm that Han Bing was right.
He didn’t realize that Han Bing liked to make fun of others and joke around.
In the past, she had always felt that these two brothers did not like to talk, and one was colder than the other.
Perhaps it had something to do with their soldier personalities, as they were always a little shy and didn’t like to talk.
One could tell at a glance that these were the soldiers trained by her brother. They were very disciplined.
